Roaring in the train.
Many hands are reaching to secure themselves.
So trapped are we all. So nailed, confirmed to our station.
Armpits and re-adjusting bags and foot positions.
As it rocks and shakes, screeching and bumping.
The stopping to change faces.
What a rush as the doors open and we flow out like blood.
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