The Train is a Coming

I can't see it yet but I can feel it out there.

The train is a coming.

It doesn't take long before I can feel the ground start to shake.

The train is a coming closer.

Soon I can see it in the distance and hear the far off whistle.

The warning.

Get off the tracks, get out of the way.

I've never been good at playing chicken with the train. I'm the sort that heeds the warning. I step back, move away, get out fast.

I've seen the damage and destruction the train can leave in its wake. I've seen the blood bath with my own eyes.

The only options, when the train is steaming, full speed ahead, straight at your life, is to get out fast or take the hit. And the hit will hurt. It will hurt bad. It will leave you broken and bloody. The wreckage will touch all aspects of your life.  It will take months and years to heal. You may never completely recover. 

The train is a coming.  I can see it clearly. I can feel the ground shaking under my feet. I can hear the rumble and smell the heat.

It's almost here.

You wanna play chicken.  You hold my hand and pull me up the embankment into the path. I fight with all I've got to get away from the tracks. I'd like to pull you with me. To safety.

The train is a coming and I've seen the damage it can do.

I want to run. I want to hide. I want to abandon you to your fate.

Save myself.

The train is a coming and I'm scared to the depths of my soul.

The ground shakes.  Hot black lava rocks start to roll. The whistle sounds, once and then again in desperation. Squealing brakes. The hot rush of air sucking the breath right out of me.  It makes my eyes water and lungs burn.

And then the horror.