Please be reminded that eye contact is not permitted on the underground

Do you think she stands there just because she can;

To feel the pulling wind of soon arriving trains

Balancing the tightrope of the platforms edge

As she sways to the echoed vibrations?

Does she see herself through technicoloured screens;

Holding court from across the yellow line

Stretching out to the bated breaths

Of her watching captive audience?

Or does she teeter on the edge of something else;

The subtle lure of the space between the tracks

Or the gnawing, hungry, vicious biting

Of her life outside the station?

I wonder if she feels your stare?

Feels you cut yourself on her soft edges

And questions if you’ll meet her eyes

Or stand there still,

Till your train stops at the platform.

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