with the click and clack of steel teeth the train chews at the city and burrows deeper, coming face to face with man-made black. we do not shiver and nor do we speak, unwilling to switch off long enough to look around. the station jumps up; yellow, orange, blue, white, bits of red and purple too, some of us cannot wait. we’re already standing, feet ready to take us on a dance from platform to platform, in the shuffling music of panic.
so little room
a woman’s bra strap
against the glass
Not sure that something isn’t missing, would love to hear some thoughts if anyone has any!
Found this too, thought it was great