Heat

Hot and sticky
the air is still,
stale with the heat of
all the bodies pressed up against you,
filling every inch around you,
closer than you would normally allow.

Trying not to breathe,
holding on till your stop,
when you have to squeeze through what seems
like the smallest space,
finally free and into the tunnel that will lead you to your
next train as you move closer to your final destination,
where you will finally be out in the open,
free to breathe once more,
in your own personal space……till you start all over again tomorrow
morning…………..

Hot and sticky….

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Comments

  • shootback
    shootbackalmost 4 years ago

    A really exceptional writing!!

  • Vanessa  Warren
    Vanessa Warrenalmost 4 years ago

    Thanks for the feedback, shootback…..

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