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the_fantastic_ms_fox) wrote2006-02-08 11:57 am
the_fantastic_ms_fox) wrote2006-02-08 11:57 am
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Dreams of metros sans skin
Everyone was supposed to have exited the Skytrain at the last stop. It's as unlit as the station it pulls into. I can't leave without forcing the doors. I'm the only person there.
A train slides in from the other direction. It is lit. You are not supposed to see this; there's a plague on. The other train is full of skinless corpses. Some sit placidly, others tried to claw their way out before they died.
I hunker down by the window and take a photo.
Two.
Three.
The other train pulls out. These photos are secret. I shouldn't be here.
A train slides in from the other direction. It is lit. You are not supposed to see this; there's a plague on. The other train is full of skinless corpses. Some sit placidly, others tried to claw their way out before they died.
I hunker down by the window and take a photo.
Two.
Three.
The other train pulls out. These photos are secret. I shouldn't be here.