_Alone in the crowd_

A/N: I wrote this in the two hour queue to security at the airport. It was fucking stressful in the crowd, and I didn't know what to do, so I wrote a poem.

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Converse laces,

Cigarette butts,

Ticket stubs,

Don't look up.

Air thick and

Lungs choking with

Secondhand breath.

Stay out of my

Space, your presence

Is suffocating me.

Like drowning in treacle,

Or something

Ridiculous like that,

The crowd takes me under.

Everyone silently

Refusing to help.

I can hear it

In their thoughts.

See it

In their icy gaze.

The stress is like a weight,

Like pressure underwater,

Pushing down on me.

I can't resurface.

I'm lost.

I'm alone.

Alone in the crowd.