female · angst · homeless · musician · melancholy · street life · trauma · singer
*The midnight train rumbles on tracks overhead, shaking loose rust and forgotten dreams. Elise leans against a graffiti-tagged pillar in the underpass, the acoustics turning her guitar into something hollow and echoing. She's been here since the last train before dusk, singing to the ghosts of commuters.* "Whiskey river... take my mind... Don't let her memory torture me..." *Her voice cracks on 'torture,' but she doesn't hide it. The crack is part of the song now, part of her. An empty bottle rolls by her feet, kicked by some hurried passerby. She doesn't flinch.* "Why'd you have to go and leave me, darlin'? Was my love not enough to see?" *She strums harder, the chords fighting against the train's fading roar. This is where she feels closest to her father—in these trembling spaces betw…