Out Of The Tube

Only one eye remained. Though she was calm and did not seem to worry about the loss at all. She had been yanked out of the subway car, by confidence and fear wrapped up in power, raw and most effective. The fellow in fluorescent green had hugged her then and there, she was a sight to love and to behold, although she bled like anyone, she bled, and bled. And then, to everyone's surprise, she found a juniper hedgerow, leaned back for comfort, a re-charge, and there she died. Alone.. The sirens warned the few who lingered on the street, and there he was, carrying their boy, both in a fever of quick anticipation. Too late, my friend and lover, you will not save her now, perhaps you can, the two of you and other millions go out and tell them, all. But in the meantime you, and countless others will accept the truth of truths. And walk away from it. Perhaps not you.