krowface | The Trains run on time.

Every limb of mine is bound in the razor drawn edges of a painful nest of wires. These wound metal cords dig deep into my forearms, my thighs, and tight across my torso.

Dig deep, dig way deep baby. Twisted infected wire cuts my flesh. Trapped and scored and ripped apart.

Drawn hard against the bulkhead of an iron horse.

This cold and nasty engine shoves up against my back, rending me and shattering me against the forefront of a massive desiel train.

I am the screaming cryin wordless masthead of a post-apocolyptic engine that cannot be stopped.

I am the face and body pinned to a screaming steam releasing engine I am tied against.

Virgin Masthead. Dirty diesel engine. A hundred ton engine, hot and furious with anger as it roars along captivity.

Drawn and dragged agaisnt these cold and thick metal rails.

There is nothing I know but the inevitable doom that comes with me screeching along this straight line.

Faster it moves, louder it screams. harder it pushes.

I am pinned agaisnt the rage of a past tearing into a future.

This train tightens against me. Bones shatter and flesh tears.

This is the end I'm looking for. My eyes dead and bright and horrified against the future of the next few miles of a cold path.

Stretched farther against my anatomy than I deserve.

I am ripped apart. Decisions are made, these things are out of my control. I'm going to do more than just die, I'm going to have my body stretched against a screaming death made of a locomotive.

I am just a figure head, and I will pull into the next station, my tattered remains mouthing weak words...

"Run. Run while you can. Do not have my fate."

The whistle will blow. The train will leave the station.

And these cars will be moist and wet and hot.

Full of victims that never should've came aboard.

...

Thse conductors, with their starched woolen suits, and facist uniforms. The faceless, featureless, and they will punch your ticket.

You will ride this train. You will end at your destination.

The doors will open without ceremony.

And you will be dead. Like everyone else around you.