the volcanic lava erupted from the veins of my neck as the wheels of the train slahes through them ...chunks of my pink skirt wrapped like a tortilla around the vile railtracks ...blood gudhed out from my eyeballs, the brains scattered mushily with the dark and dusty soil of the ground my pretty limbs chopped off in pieces and scattered all about the the railway...the ironrod attaching the wheels together took the finngers of my left hand and along with that the only jewel that i had ever adornedmy granny's love a 2 carat diamond ring casted in a beautifel serpant emeralds.. those feet that had never touched the grounds and comforted in the 120 pairs of my shoes collection now scattered for the vultures to dig on..my eyes whose stories were written from rolpa to russia now lay as a poached egg under the sun, the preety lips vapurized in the dust the breasts.full rounded and supple chhuuged away along the train tracks and with them my ribs that crushed through the lungs.. dead i was in 3 seconds but then the anguish of my lost heart remained..remains...where did my heart go???