Tainted Love ~1

Someone close attempted suicide last week.

She decided that she wanted to leave on a train that would take her far, far away...far from the maddening crowds...far from the dark days and the hot and heavy neon-lit nights...far away from the people who seemed always to claw at her back...those who tormented her like dark swarms of demented wasps...

far away from the pain that she had always suffered...yet could not see.or hear.or identify.

Far away from the vultures.

Far away from the serpants that haunted her every nightmare.

Far away from the vivid flashbacks...that seemed to sear into her memory

Was it bad luck that we managed to pull her back?