Tunnel Tears

He put a bag over her head

Not wanting to see her cry

While he raped her.

She froze. She could not scream.

Her tears echoed through the tunnel

Along with the fired gun shots

Cause he couldn’t chance 

Leaving behind any witnesses. 

They say if you ride the train

Just a little after Sunset 

You call still hear the muffled weeping. 

Published by Ms. Selective

Traveling Gypse with a Heartfelt Spirit.

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