Down here
subterranean stench
Ozone
rotting food
city-grime
sweat-stained
halitosis
Down here
packed sardines
brats
ready for frying
pressed closer
than we
would choose
Down here
watching countdowns
minutes ’til escape
All claustrophobic
agoraphobic
pressed in
vulnerable
Down here
A thousand different
destinations
encoded
in dot
line
symbology
Down here
quiet in ourselves
holding in
when screaming
might be better
might help
might heal
Down here
knowing
ourselves in
passing
everyone else
a stranger
dim to our eyes
Down here
becoming
transient
unreal
phantasms
existing
in moments
Down here
our secrets
barrel through
constant darkness
reflected
too clear
in carriage windows
Down here
we’ll leave it all
emerging
to the city
leaving all
we really are
in the dark
From the prompt: “The subway roared past, carrying secrets no one dared to keep”
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