railspike windchimes
listen to that sound trembling the nighttime ground. sit up and wait, chest filling up with anxiety. is this our ticket out of here? if not, just a little bit longer so there is nothing to fear. that light comes barreling down tracks and gravel beats the trees sideways with the force of wind cutting through the cold air the beast passes by and blows my hair to the point where its covering my eyes and i quickly hold it back to see raw power. i can smell faint scents of mexico, deserts, fields, rust, rocks, dirt, metal, debris, paint and hard work. pushing forward to somewhere i do not want to be, just yet.