A fluorescent lit car, empty with the exception of me and a boy and girl my age. I study their faces, full of mirth. Once we reach the next stop, giggling fills the subway. Together they agree that they will ride in between the two bulky cars, clutching onto only a silver handle and unspoken apprehension. I watch, alarmed, as they leave the subway compartment. Something about the dangerous romantics of it all, left me in shock. They talk to each other as if it was a casual day, while I pray that one of their brown haired heads doesn’t disappear into the tracks. Hands smell of metal (or is it blood?) and they laugh, outwardly denying their parents with their reckless spontaneity.
reckless spontaneity
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Moral Reminder to Myself
No one looks like a villain once dead.
There is no threat in a lifeless body,
In screaming mothers and weeping daughters.
Once exposed, his blood is no longer poison.
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Release
She was born in the radiation era,
A veil of marble covers her eyes,Her lids webbed in waves:
They were stitched too tight
to permit the penetration
of the perpetrator.
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supernova
when a star dies, it is a violent explosion.
it can emitt more light than an entire solar system.
and while it pulses with hot gas and blue light,
it slowly dims. until its remnants are scattered
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