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Train Stop


it blinked. the front head-lights turned on, the engine roared as steam on its top stirred alive. each cart's door slammed shut and the insides heated. the wheels began, rolling with gradual increase. the trail beneath shook underneath it hooted once and screamed screamed twice tearing across the roads, uncertain in destination's name. noise befall as blacken tunnel near it wasn't silence; but its feeling of ignorance the wheels ran with cries to stop, hold off, turn. pressure suffocated its body direction was lost. with its lost of control confusion of logic tunnel near but with its beating and its heating it grew bigger it pounded pounding and pounding its wheels went. and in its approximate in its pass with present collision occurred its doors flinged open its steam shrieked and its control blew off confused; was station reached? in its disarm, pieces multiplied. of the bits and its attachments the crash made its fall. steam slowed down eventually dissapearing settling down the engine dies its structure smashed, unhealing surroundings take no toll simply as if it never influenced even with its destruction answer of impairment lacked there of collision occurred. ---
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