The Beautiful Train

“I want to sleep, I want dreams to pull me from this world and make me forget. To stop the memories from swirling around me. To put an end to this ache that consumes me.” ~ Carrie Ryan, The Forest of Hands and Teeth

Photo by ♥N | 15 Jan 2011

She looked at the train with a new pair of eyes. She had never realized how beautiful the trains were. There was a beauty to how the trains carried people to their destinations. One place to another.

As she stood on the platform waiting for a train to arrive, she thought about where she really wanted to go. She surely did not want to be where she was, in Hades, burning from the acidic memories of a love gone awry. She wanted to be free. She didn’t even pray to feel good. She just didn’t want to feel anything at all.

She realized she had nowhere to go. She wanted to go where she knew her love would be, in a place called Elysium, but she had no ticket. The fare she paid was for a one-way ticket to Tartarus. Opposite ends of Gaia.

She heard the train coming. As the train drew closer, she saw the beauty of the train, and she wanted to kiss it. She wanted to wrap her body around the train.

“Maybe I can get to Elysium after all if I throw myself in front of the train. And even if I never make it there, at least I’ll be one step closer to Thanatos, and I will never have to feel anything at all.”

The train passed and she watched it leave the station. “That wasn’t the right train,” she thought.

She stands on the platform and waits for the train that will take her to where she really wants to be.

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