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Unhappy (Nightmare) Train

(Terrorists suspected in Indian blasts killing 21)

MUMBAI, India - Three coordinated bombings tore through the heart of India's busy financial capital during rush hour Wednesday, killing 21 people in the worst terror attack in the country since the 2008 Mumbai siege. The attacks came just months after peace talks resumed between India and Pakistan, which New Delhi has blamed for past attacks. (Read More...)

The train arrives at the corners of my mouth, its passenger, the scourge of Love, nestles up next to my despair.

Anguish does not consider what it asks of me, my cheerless face pressed against the pane of Love’s wet glass.

My laughter’s spent. My smile’s faint. My displeasure lodged inside the gated circus.

I, the train engineer, steers with bent hands. The unhappy prostitute begins her rounds.

Her lips crack and bleed. Her tattered legs quiver near the crossing. She weeps.

The train moans. I, the engineer shrieks. We, the prostitute and I, take off our disguises and feign shock.


© 2011 by mark prime


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