Beyond the White Line

There she stands
On the edge of the platform,
Hesitantly, unsteady
readily about to fall.
I envision her landing
awkwardly onto the tracks
her back snapping
cracking and her legs relaxing
I see her embracing deaths kiss
sinking, existing in the abyss
right now though
I just cant handle this
its making me nervous,
I want to scurry up to her
and drag her to shelter
but i just sit here
scowling, beginning to swelter
I feel a rush of cool air
and hear an impending rumble
I'm still watching intently,
intensely hoping she won't tumble
She leaps to attention
taking two or three steps back
from her edged location
before the steel juggernaut
burns through the station
I exhale, wiping the sweat from my face
in my mind
I saw horrid things take place
like messy amputations
and jagged decapitations.
yet Im still pleased
that i have my vivid imagination.