The heart thumps in my ears Bodies squish closer Brush my hand, my hip, my hair I shiver I can smell them Intermingling molecules All sweat and too much perfume The smoke—I could choke Heart in my throat Where to look I squeeze my own hands Dig broken nails into the skin Cracks fingers inside the palms They’re cold and clammy Another stop More bodies pile in I can taste his neck Scratching stubble I’ve nowhere to go An eye catches mine Don’t! Please don’t Don’t look at me Another stop More bodies Less space I can’t breathe Her eye on mine again I can feel the colour of her iris bleed into mine Brown to blue; the earth to the sea She can see every crease How my skin is dead and withering The corpse paint can’t fake life like it used to I can’t see my feet Only a stranger's ass Her leggings are snagged And the boots muddy The heart keeps thudding It’s in my throat Get off! Is it time to get off?! Another stop And more squeeze in—smiling clowns Just breathe! I feel the noise in my dry eyes If I get off, I’ll have to do it again Wait it out… The majority push and shove off the stop before mine—grinning cat-rats Departing they rush like my soul screaming to break free Breathe Breathe It’s just a fucking train.
Clan Witch & Word Refinery 