Melancholy Subway Rider

Hot, grimy air, whispers violently through golden hair, screeching rails crescendo, carrying concurrent panic and peace. In my mind’s eye, my feet free themselves from the platform hurling to a final violent calm. I am held back by a force No stabler than a spool of thread. Today’s battle has been won, My purple heart aches, as war rages ceaselessly against my half vandal brain. I am tired of this mental coup d’état Soldiers slithering through the vortex of my psyche, seducing the sanity I hunger for. Delicate as satin I tip toe evanescently careful not to wake sleeping samurais. It’s a one player game, the stakes are high, it’s Doctor Jekyll against Mister Hyde. One breathes fire, the other respite, Time is running out, One RX will win the fight.