You Are the Only Exception

Walking on train tracks while the lights flash, I dare to take few more steps before falling back. The noise, the smell, the shiver of the track frightens me into pulling away. Full speed ahead. It really can't be so bad. It might hurt others, but not me. I want to be on my back, open, exposed. I want to taste metal in my mouth, feel pressure on my skin. I want to get eaten alive. Yet, I resist.

Wind like breath on my neck as the moment passes, I stiffen in anticipation of the next.

All stations closed. Not enough fuel to make it home. I wish I had taken more chances. Now I'm stuck on ledge, chill bumps protruding.