On the disorienting state of being Underground ...
Winding staircases
built on wrong faces
when I turn to look around
With eyes piercing through me
and glares that could burn me as if they were the London Sun
With the screeches of the tube, a banshee appears to be screaming just in tune
roaming around with a haunting presence, fear begins to gnaw on my essence
Then ... quiet
the City Air caresses my skin
carefully placing a hand on my cheek
a finger against my lips
looking into my eyes,
It whispers to me,
“Everything will be alright”
built on wrong faces
when I turn to look around
With eyes piercing through me
and glares that could burn me as if they were the London Sun
With the screeches of the tube, a banshee appears to be screaming just in tune
roaming around with a haunting presence, fear begins to gnaw on my essence
Then ... quiet
the City Air caresses my skin
carefully placing a hand on my cheek
a finger against my lips
looking into my eyes,
It whispers to me,
“Everything will be alright”
About the Author
Alessa Kovalyak is an undergraduate student at Miami University of Ohio studying creative writing and film. Currently she is taking everything that inspired her from her recent trip to London and channeling it into her creative work.