first double exposure. I wasn't sure if I liked it right side up or upside down, better. I chose upside down.

 

 

We took the tracks to travel through town we thought we’d only dream of, but we had to stop to pick up everyone else. The homeless and the poor weren’t allowed on the trains but we were allowed in their homes under the shelter of the overpass. Their homes that smelled like filth and were communal. The rocks were shared as a place to sleep and the hill surrounding the cave was very steep. They glared at us with white eyes and dirty faces as we posh few turned in fear. Could this be real? Never has my head slept without a pillow, never my stomach empty. This world hidden away from us was so apparently real in that second and we all grabbed hands and ran. We ran to our new cars filled to the top with gas, paid for by our parents and we sped away in fear, blasting the coldest air onto our clean faces to try to blow away the stench. But the stench was on out clothes and our skin and our souls. Who can escape this seeming defeat of humankind? Our unblemished lips sucked rich, thick milkshakes into our mouths, the ones with the braces and the fillings and the care that the bridge people know nothing of and we tried to drink our fear away.