There was a voyager who went forth

There was a voyager who went forth on Tuesday

He walks in tranquility, unaware

Of the thin line of a Blue streak racing down Forest Park

He starts Racine down the ramp

Adrenaline pumping through his heart as his feet fly to get him to his destination

The multi-bodied behemoth scoffs as it charges off without him

Having already satisfied its appetite

Angered, he stares off plotting his revenge

Fear grips him but he knows he must enter the mouth of the beast

He waits for its distinct call: the screeching of the wheels on the parse wood

The beast comes, mouth open, taunting the voyager to enter

He grips his tools, knowing he must enter resume his hunt

The creature’s voice blares resounds though its body, telling its victims where their destination lies

Within the mouth of the beast, the voyager sees the other victims the creature has taken

There is a man, offering everyone on board a death stick of smoke

He knows it is the only way to drown out his sorrows and escape the horror of his captivity

Still another reveals itself and munches on Pretzels, Chips, and Hummus in rapid succession, wishing to eat its last meal before it dies

Yet one more flies through train and train, squawking for money, her pockets dangling with enough change and evidence of her treachery

The voyager is touched, startled but happy to see a fellow comrade in these abyss

They converse about the horror of the AP World History Essay, before his friend leaves, having found a way to escape the beast’s mouth

More people enter the beast

A man comes with two snakes intertwined in his ears, eyes glued to this 16 GB window of light

Two lovers, barge through, treating each other’s faces like a succulent meal

Eyes closed but still finding the prime cuts of flesh and best tasting morsels

Like a mist, sleep overtakes the voyager

Seeing his destination, he punches through the beast’s mouth

His feet propel him up the stairs, while the creature attempts to catch him

The cold and bitter winds strike his face

He steps and turns to reject the cold’s embrace

He slides across the ground as a means of transportation

The roar of another creature echoes throughout the air

The voyager turns, knowing he must confront it

The air shackles the clean air, beating it to a dark and husky black