The Yellow Line

(tw: suicide)

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Metal hums

Uneven footing 

Rock against rock

Yelling from behind

Stay back

Stay

Behind 

The 

Yellow

Line

The air is

Crisp

Calm

Not for long

But for now

Hop down the edge

Walk 

Where you place pennies for smashing

Tranquil

Such peace of mind

It is dark out

The trains are headed home

Stopping for none

You must be alone

Right?

A horn sounds

Light

Further down the way

Other lights, closer

Blinking red and concerned

Stay back

Stay

Behind 

The

Yellow

Line

You used to stand 

Right there

Feel the wind whip your hair

Whoosh

All that power moving forward

Leaving you, still

The metal hums

So calm

The light is nearly here

Eyes closed

Yelling from the platform

Stay

Behind

The 

Yellow

Line

Thrown, breath knocked away, so much sound, the humming and the horn and the screaming, blinded by the pain and—