Emily Singleton II

Avatar Author: Ariah Oak The blood in your veins and the stars in your night sky. Read Bio

I am still uneasy about heading
into the rat infested tunnels that are home
to the winding metal snakes
that weave far and wide
beneath the city streets.
The yellow line, a warning,
still haunts me.
The musty odor sets me on edge.
The blackness waiting just around the bend
is enough to make me want to
turn back.

How it must have stung
when your body hit the carbon steel,
your hollow bones clanging against
the rails,
breaking from the force.
(In your stupor, you may not have
the blood)
The dim glow of the distant mechanical beast
grew brighter, harsher,
as it sped up,
staying true to its mark.

I don’t like to think of what happened next.
(I wish I knew what to say to your father,
even after months have passed).

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  1. Avatar Jim Stitzel

    Dark and forbidding — on multiple levels — and hopefully not based on a true story.

  2. Avatar Ariah Oak

    Unfortunately it is. This girl who was a few grades ahead of me fell into the subway track a few months ago, maybe back in April, and they don’t know how she died. Either the train hit her or she suffered a severe head injury. They don’t know if she was drunk and fell, if she was pushed, or if she jumped. But she was my 6th grade English teacher’s daughter with an incredibly bright future and while I didn’t really know her, I know how much my teacher loved her and cherished her and hearing about the accident really freaked me out.

  3. Avatar Jim Stitzel

    And with good reason. I’m sorry to hear it, and you have my sincere condolences. Even while not knowing someone well, this kind of thing can still shake you up quite a bit.

  4. Ahfl_icon THX 0477

    Very painful memory put aptly into a poem. I like the straight-forward feel to it, very raw and not overly dressed up.