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Henderson Street was dark. it always is at night. Old gas lights line the sidewalks. It's rare that they illuminate the walkways.

Its quiet in the winter. Save the cargo trains traveling from here to there. A sudden jolt in the Stillness of the night.

This town isn't old. Not by comparison. But it isn't so young that I remember the days of coal and lumber and wealth. I know the stories. The history of it all. There's something about paperwork being signed beneath a gum tree. A free spirited artist called back from Paris to run the family business, the mistress in the hotel.

And then there's her. Watching the trains as they pass. She's sipping Knob Creek and debating the gnats in her Styrofoam cup. She's lighting smokes through the tears and hearing Restless Heart in her head.

The sky is dark. Peppered with pin point moments of bright, shining December Stars. It isn't as dark as her mind, she thinks. So she swallows a handful of bars.

It's a lonely feeling. A peaceful breeze. In the summer she feeds the bats as they dive and rescues herself with escape.

Tonight, she wants to die. Here o. These tracks. In this town that eats away at her.

Tomorrow her only regret will be that she didn't pull the trigger.

Description
Henderson Street was dark. it always is at night. Old gas lights line the sidewalks. It's rare that they illuminate the walkways.

Its quiet in the winter. Save the cargo trains traveling from here to there. A sudden jolt in the Stillness of the night.

This town isn't old. Not by comparison. But it isn't so young that I remember the days of coal and lumber and wealth. I know the stories. The history of it all. There's something about paperwork being signed beneath a gum tree. A free spirited artist called back from Paris to run the family business, the mistress in the hotel.

And then there's her. Watching the trains as they pass. She's sipping Knob Creek and debating the gnats in her Styrofoam cup. She's lighting smokes through the tears and hearing Restless Heart in her head.

The sky is dark. Peppered with pin point moments of bright, shining December Stars. It isn't as dark as her mind, she thinks. So she swallows a handful of bars.

It's a lonely feeling. A peaceful breeze. In the summer she feeds the bats as they dive and rescues herself with escape.

Tonight, she wants to die. Here o. These tracks. In this town that eats away at her.

Tomorrow her only regret will be that she didn't pull the trigger.