Obsessed

Yes getting hit by a train is complex. Bonk your head hits the face of its locomotive and you go unconscious, but then what? Your heart’s still beating and you haven’t lost much blood.

Maybe we’d have our head bashed in immediately, at least achieving a comatose vegetative state. But that’s half-assed. Hopefully we’d flop down under the train where the magic happens. Tatters of our loose clothing would hopefully get snagged on the various metallic apparatus hanging below by the wheels.

Sliced and diced into roughly smaller chunks of meat, we’d hope that blood loss would quickly lead to cardiac arrest. Partial or complete decapitation, or somehow having our sternum impaled/crushed would be welcome shortcuts. Maybe the driver would see us, maybe not.

Probably there would be strings of our carrion left behind to feed the birds and strays awhile. Eventually attracting dirt and dust, our greasy bits would swiftly blend in with other debris on the tracks; which begs the question as to what company our bits might mingle with.

Or maybe we wake up next to the tracks (bruised and bloodied) ready for another go?