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