Small Town Verses

December 11, 1999


Another train is heard in the distance howling relentlessly into the night.

People and people alike flock to the same area of residence to feed off one another and think about the latest news, but nothing comes to mind. Here, the voices sound alike where few have dared to dream about bigger and better things.

Closer to the time again. A smell in the air feeds my hunger for whatever. Breathe a bit but slowly for a familiar scent still lingers. Would you dare question what it’s for? Could you bare to question where it’s from?  12/17/99

Author: Lindsay Niemann

Writer | Graphic Artist