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 On the fate of gods and men View Post Poetry reminisce – 1st draft View Post Poetry Conscious Torpor View Post Poetry all the paths i could travel & jane doe View Post Poetry beginnings View Post Poetry Some words of encouragement View Post