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Acid rises and settles on your tongue as a bitter wind robs your lungs.
Even so, your feet hit the slats on the old train track, click clack.
Ice cuts through to the bone, your body turning to stone.
A shadow appears and the world goes dark, save for a flash and a spark.
Smell of damp decay and a metallic spray, why must it end this way?
About the Creator
Alyssa Musso
A scientist by trade, but a creative at heart. One novel in progress with too many other ideas taking up space in my head. Some of those ideas end up here.
Instagram: @alyssa.n.mussowrites
My website! https://www.alyssamusso.com/
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