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Waiting.

The flapping of dozens of pairs of wings. The hum of passing traffic. The heavy rumble of a train as it passes overhead. 

If you've never heard what a train sounds like from under a bridge, I wouldn't say I'd recommend it. Personally, it seems to resemble rolling thunder, if the thunder were sounding through a megaphone, mere inches from my ear. In my humble opinion, the ruckus is so anxiety inducing, it sends a shiver down my spine every time that I'm forced to hear it and I pray to any god willing to strain its ear through the static, to keep my soul intact.

In the moments before the train rolls by, I can feel it, the sound, building under my feet. In the moments after the train has stopped and the noise has paused, I take a deep breath and hold it. As the train bellows away, wheels screeching against the rails, cars click-clacking back and forth overhead, I exhale and shake it off.  

It's a noise so loud it burrows into skin and radiates through bone. A noise so loud I can taste it. Copper and dry mouth, like cotton stuffed under my lips and pennies stuck between my teeth...

 

I really can't stand waiting for the bus under here.  

Overall

I love the sensory aspect of this piece. It really makes the reader think about the sound of train approaching. It was a nice touch to encompass the sound in different ways, like through the feeling of vibration. I especially like the line: "A noise so loud I can taste it". Beautiful. Absolutely stunning.

You might consider adding more visual descriptions, to enhance the setting. That's my only suggest to you.


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