January 11: Subway Hearts

Subway Hearts

If only hearts came equipped with outdated subway technology:


A navigable metropolis for human emotion.
Maps available at every station.
Fellow straphangers breaking feigned stoicism and offering directions to tourists.

There's train traffic ahead...please be patient.

Waiting for yours to arrive at the platform

--only—

You fly down the stairs and catch its taillights
as it disappears into a dark tunnel.
Another will come.
You must wait.

If you see something, say something.

A 2 a.m. ride drops an eerie feeling into the
desolate car.
You are trapped, moving below ground,
with unrelenting unease.
It's an express train, and empty stations fly by
while the metal wheels screech along the tired rail.

Stand clear of the closing doors, please...

The inevitable moment when the doors seal,
leaving all who wish to enter stuck at their current destination,
nothing to do but wait for the next one.
There will, however, always be the rider who jams
a forceful hand, elbow, arm, foot, leg, bag, stroller, dog, child...
in between
--only--
the doors always win.
The heart knows when it has given enough time to potential passengers.
It must move on.




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