shredded wings

She stood with the tips of her shoes just on the edge of the subway platform, leaning forward slightly with her head cocked to the left so that she could watch for the emergence of the train. As soon as it came into view she took a tiny step backwards, no more than an inch or two, and let her eyelids fall loosely together. She could sense the impending danger in her prickling skin and her heart fluttered with eager anticipation. She drowned out all of the crying children, arguing adults, and stomping shoes, only opening her ears to the harsh scraping of steel and iron, metal on metal. It reminded her of the random times when a fork might be accidentally dragged across a ceramic plate during dinner and the soft hairs on the back of her neck jumped up, erect with the electricity of disagreeing elements. The silver snake wound its trailing body past her and a rumbling whisper of cool air entangled itself in her thick, long brown hair. The breath of the underground beast pulled it back and upwards, flapping the knotted tendrils as if they were the shredded wings of an injured bird. She pretended she was flying, weightless and free to soar above the bobbing heads of all the jostling crowds to the highest trees of the concrete jungles, but it only lasted for a few seconds before the friction between the brakes and the track slowed the train to a sighing stop. She waited for the sliding doors to mechanically click open and for the warm guts to spill out, oozing, onto the platform where she was waiting to replace them. The gaping wounds vomited and bled hundreds of monotonous organs; creatures of habit and routine, all of them so alone together. At the last second before the holes were to snap shut, sealing the subway’s new purpose of existence inside, she slipped between the controlled synced membranes and felt them brush against the quivering skin on her wrists and shoulders. Just before the jolt of take-off, she placed the warm pads of her fingertips against the cool inside of the brushed steel door and smiled as she returned to the city.

shredded wings

Alyssa Medina

Joined November 2007

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sigh…new york city…

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