Sliding Down A Rail Poem by Cheyenne Rhon

Sliding down a rail,
Of a displaced staircase,
Blind,
By your arms,
While your feet are being dragged,
By the inexistent friction,
And you're scraping the steps,
Because you're trying to stand.
There are others next to you,
Descending at your speed,
But they're on their feet…
And they converse as though,
You're 'fine.'
Though, the word "help! "
Does not come to mind.
Either way,
There's only one way out,
Down.
The staircase.