Girl On The Underground

down in the subway

chilled

to the bone

blood cells

pulsing like atoms

in a 4 a.m

cyclone

she stands

alone on the platform

with lipstick

smeared

and nicotine streaked

tears

upon a face

that is fragile

and torn

and amidst

the florid storm

the heady tempest

of vapour trails

heartbreak and holocaust

that permeates the air

like a cold sweat

breaking out

across the precipice

of dawn

she looks like

some fatal symbol

of beauty

a flower

in the fist of a corpse

U.V.Ray

19th Nov 2007

8.34 a.m.