The Viaduct

Walking, 

afraid of the dark, late at night.

 

A sudden move. The lights flickering.

Bzzzz! Bzzzz! Bzzzz!

Afraid.


Cars zooming by.

Wrrrr! Wrrrr! Wrrrr!

Afraid.

 

Water dripping from above the railroad tracks of the viaduct,

each step I take....can't avoid the small puddles mixed with trash

Drip,

Drip,

Drip Drip,

Drip Drip Drip.

 

Cars passes by, the horns are honking.

The horns are loud.

Very loud, under the viaduct.

Echoing.

 

Rumbling......

Trembling......

A train is coming.

 

The viaduct is old, two-hundred years.

Dust is falling in my hair, my eyes, my mouth.

 

The locomotive pulling the rail carts,

steel moving against steel,

the sound makes my flesh crawl.

Like fingernails scratching against a blackboard.

It hurts my soul;

Please Stop!