on May 1, 2017 May 1, 2017 Train Wreck in Poetry by Soulcruzer Share Facebook Twitter Pinterest Email She’s a train wreck in a black mini dress. I stood on the tracks, watched her approach. There was nothing I could do to stop her. Share this:FacebookXLike this:Like Loading... Share This Previous Post← This to me is a full life This to me is a full life Next PostLuxuries and Vices → Luxuries and Vices You May Also Like Poetry To The Other Side View Post Poetry The Sparrow View Post Blog Poetry plaything for the gods View Post Poetry Archaic Values View Post Blog Poetry god be sitting on a fence View Post Blog Poetry the other side of now View Post