She sits waiting for the subway train
one that may never come
her hearts slow
her hands cold
her lips red and dry
makeup stains her cheek
running down from her eyes
bloodshot, swollen.
She cries.
touching the blue mat stone
trying to pick herself up from the storm.
wallowing over to the end of the line
hoping she may feel alive.
her black heeled shoe slips right off
shooting past her
stumbling into the train
spinning towards the ground
the girls best friend
her shoes kept her alive.