Today's came from self-care, coping, and processing of what is going on in Boston. It's been tough, as all of my classmates [whom I consider dear friends] live in the area... My aunt lives minutes away from where the action is going down in Watertown. And I just learned that the 8 year old who died from the Marathon bombings was my high school history teacher's nephew. It's been an unbelievable week and I don't even know how to process what has been happening. I never expected to have any connection to something like this, and though I didn't know the 8yo boy... To find out I was even remotely connected [two degrees of separation?!]... It's been overwhelming. I have spent the past week living in fear, anxiety, and constant near-panic attack mode.
So... yeah. Here's my drabble, written off the title prompt, "train."
.train
tumbleweeds
of silence drift through our streets as eyes peek through curtain
cracks.
i can
hear the hearts pounding, ragged breaths and racing thoughts from my
distant safe haven. my own panic shadows all else as i watch trains
not traveling, tracks empty and stations deserted.
i'd
never thought of this as my home, never been a city girl. but now-
this is my home turf. and we're coming for you.
and
trains that stopped travel on in my head, running between boston and
me, my thoughts commuting as prayers reach hello to my neighbors-
trapped, peeking from behind curtains.
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