(Hurt)

It beats. Stopping. Drumming and then thumping. Staggering.

Dead now.

Run over by the train.

Train that it let itself stand infront of.

Last beats.

Trembling.

Bleeding.

Broken.

Heavy and not sure it will make it between the beats.

Dead.

Not enough tissue to dry up the flood.

Its blood, tears.

Split. Torn. Shredded.

A long time ago.

Lightness lived there.

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