Trainwreck

Trainwreck

A Poem by Kathryn Smith





They told me you were never going to let me get away


Both of my eyes were weighted...

I had to get away

I had to get away



 


She tried to escape

By jumping on a train

Pulsating

Panting

He followed her

He and she

They stood on the caboose

Whistling

Chugging

Steaming

He controlled her

Mocked her

Tried to change her

Tied her up

Saying:


"You don't get to have a say"



A heartbroken girl

He scolded her

For hurting

For writing through her hurt

For she had to love

HIM

So with tar

Black as death

He tried his best

To seal her lips

S

Sh


Shu

Shu

SHUT

Shu

Shu

Chu

Chu

Chug

Chug

Clang!

Screech!



Judgment day

All her beliefs

Her wildness

He frowned upon

Strangled

He was a lonely man

A man in despair


And In the cars


They heard her


But shrugged it off as the whistle


She was screaming


As the train roared


Speeding down the tracks


Wind in her hair


Tears in her eyes


She was shrieking


Fighting

With all her might

She pushed him off

Off the moving train

Right onto the tracks

He crashed

His body lay

Fading away

In the distance



She straightened her hat

Smoothed her dress

Picked up her suitcase

Made her way to her seat


And for the rest of the night

The passengers whispered

She's free

Finally

It was something

She could keep


















Newcastle Railway Station 1960:














 


















 





© 2018 Kathryn Smith


Author's Note

Kathryn Smith

My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Reviews

An abusive and controlling relationship poetically exposed through near desperate wordplay and dramatic stanza format throughout; you take the reader on your traumatic train ride of resistance, final retribution of the abuser and the liberation of the victim - a brilliant, albeit poignant piece - well written (bravo) … :-)

Posted 6 Years Ago


Sort of like the idea of all the passengers collectively
Cheering and shouting. You done the right thing girl.
One way ticket to hell for him.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Fook!
You nailed the train motion in this - I nearly needed Dramamine to stay with your writing.
I got the feel of the moustache twiddling villain of the silent movie era whose dark piano motif must have given people the willies.
You certainly fixed his wagon. (Or caboose)
Bloody brilliant Kathryn.

:)

Posted 7 Years Ago


Kathryn Smith

7 Years Ago

hahah oh man you are the BEST bloody reviewer! Maybe I should put a caution warning before my work n.. read more
Tony Jordan

7 Years Ago

I wouldn't fret K.
You're not Ted Bundy and it's a free country as they say.
I enjoy.. read more

Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

451 Views
4 Reviews
Rating
Added on January 20, 2017
Last Updated on July 16, 2018


Related Writing

People who liked this story also liked..


Wild fire Wild fire

A Poem by Ardra