Sea of Humanity

Dead Time

The deceased climb on me. It scares the living hell out of me. Arms, legs, chests, shapes of people push themselves against each other in a struggle for pitch black space. The hand rail turns into an living arm and shakes my clenched hand free. Moans and cries of despair fill the hot stale air with a high pitched rumble that never ends. It is rush hour on the NY subway and we aren’t making any stops.

“Who is there. My body. I can’t see my body.”

“Is this the end? I never take the subway. Always been a bus person.”

“Call the police! Someone…they must know we are down here! Police!”

“Excuse me. I can’t see you. Your arms are larger than the rest. Will you help me?”

“Go away.”

“There is no room to go anywhere.”

“Go away.”

I feel her sink to the floor. Or did the floor move? This must be it. It must be the end. A terrible thing has happened above. Planes. Nuclear war. The two terrible thoughts that dominate my dreams have become reality. Then I see a small intense glow at the end of the car. I pick the girl up from underneath my boots. We follow the light.

Posted by Monkeyspit at May 19, 2005 11:49 AM