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The Red Bus by SicariusAlatum, literature
The Red Bus
“Are you so sure about this?” I climbed upon the bus. It will be an adventure! She said. The wheels rocked Side to side, Kicking up dust. People talked, A baby cried. The floor creaked, thin with rust. I balked At the seats, where someone must have died. They were all coated with a thick crust. Come, sit beside me. She said. I chose to stand In the aisle For a while Instead. A man held a Map where he Marked off locations In a Mad manner. A woman Hid her wallet In her waistband With her Walther. Don’t be afraid. She said. When had she risen To reside By my side? The baby’s cries Changed into Screeches. The father only Shushed In an attempt to Silence. I watched a serpent Slide Around the Snake Charmer’s Neck. Their throat Sandy Against the Saffron snake. “Where are we heading?” I asked. It’s a surprise. She said. I looked out Past the splintered Window, Resting on its Sill. Only to see… The bright red paint Dripping Dropping. Dripping off the bus And dropping onto The





















