Subway Blue

A motionless body in a sea of progression, submerged in the unspoken flow of monotone expressions. In her peripheral, blurs of neon storefronts and floating suitcases encased in a cocoon of discolored tile. Face concealed by the hood of an oversized white pullover, she gazes dubiously at the ground, head nodding softly, synchronously, to the bytes traveling up a concealed wire into the vivacity of her subconscious. State of the art earbuds transmit the poison, futuristic digital waves pulsing in stereo. Strands of flame red hair dance coyly as each passing train whisks recycled air from the orifices of portentous tunnels. The beeping of motion sensing turnstiles endlessly parrot in the background, calling out to the ever occupied information ticker screens. A passerby absentmindedly veers past a rose escaping a crack in the concrete, an isolated girl fixed in the middle of a subway station. Instance in life you can’t forget, moments severing one’s life into a before and after as the rest of the world watches in a daze of anti-adrenaline, the kind of rush that stupefies the bones. Savoring an absence of doubt, she inhales and looks up.