vocab_drabbles | 107: Original Poetry: Visceral Tracks

Title: Visceral Tracks
Prompt: Visceral
Length: 183
Rating: Gen
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Summary: Part 3 (of 5) A change of fate after romance and then break-up.

Click of letterbox sounds like a trigger.

Breakdown interrupted. Something bigger

Grips her. Mail! Solicitor’s envelope.

Origins unknown. Better than false hope:

Post-marked distraction. Breaking down must wait.

Falling apart, too, tears, Haversham fate:

…let’s see what the letter says…

Reading between lines, dripping on the floor,

A stranger has died somewhere, something more,

There’s something in it for her: inheritance

It’s a scam, probably, but there’s a chance

It’s not, so she composes her reply

While getting dressed, cleaning up, saying bye

to what’s-his-name…

Calls follow. Voices cough expensively,

Use Latin she doesn’t know. She could be

Life’s biggest fool or on the cusp of ‘next.’

Dotted lines signed. Cold visceral subtext

Is read. Then invitation: come and reign.

And so, with nothing to lose, less to gain,

she blinks…and then…she’s on a train…

She feels the wheels. They churn like stomachache.

Beneath her feet, they thunder, make-or-break

make-or-break, make-or-break, she won’t go back

The same. No matter what ahead may lack,

It’s not a clear shower curtain destroyed—

Or a torn carousel kiss Polaroid .

…at least she’s on a train…