Traindrops

Combined with human emotion and the spirits of the skies is a mixture of concurrent raindrops and teardrops. From the corner of her eye and down her cheek rolls these traindrops. Vibrating against a song she sings to ease the pain and traveling over her lips is this liquid train. Pool, Pool, Slide, Slide. Pool, Pool, Slide, Slide; A rhythm that eases the pain. Next, a hankerchief white as snow and clear as now removes the traindrops from beneath her brow. But deep inside they continue to roll around the train station that is her soul. 28-September-2021