She rides the subway lights.
Has done for years.
Eyes cry, bleached tears,
as the brakes screech
but too late for poor Sally.
The blinding vision
a tunnel of white.
A push in the back
and the world fell out
from beneath her feet.
Sally rides the subway winds,
the rushing sounds
of subway trains.
The strain of screams
in the distance.
She dreams she has wings
and is flying above.
The gunmetal rails
bathed in light
as she took flight.
Sally rides
the subway lights
as they strobe
over dying eyes.
Last sight
she will see this night,
a sad end
to a talented life.
The trains stopped
running early tonight.
Never hurt anyone in his life.
Never knew why.
The voices in his head
screamed she needs to die.
Telling him to push.
He pushed.
His padded cell
his head rushed.
Blinded by those
subway lights.
Disgust at his own hands,
distrust in his own mind,
distraught at the thoughts
that scream through
like trains of dust.
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