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Tuesday, July 3, 2018

Agoraphobia


Stepping onto the train platform, he lights a cigarette
The hustle of the crowd confuses him

Palm to his forehead, he feel it, the cool-clammy
Perspiration, sweating

The advent of shock
            Heart pounding-quickening pulse
Psychogenic-fuge

He steps into the crowd of people, lost and consumed
Steaming bodies rock him

Tobacco smoke in the air makes him sick
Stomach fluttering

            The platform becomes
A maze, a large man curses
            “Pay attention you…!"

Fuck, the load voice barely registers above the din
Terrified and alien

His stomach rebels, vomit spills past closing lips
Clasping fingers

The crowd vanishes
Parting from his path, he is
Ushered to the train