Writing Resources from Fifteen Minutes of Fiction

The London Underground

I never knew just how it felt
to be a tinned sardine
crammed in a space so small and tight
with no room in between
To not know if that hand was yours
or who's air it is you breath
to be surrounded by unknowns
and not be able to leave
To wait for the tin to peel back
and for the sweet breeze on your face
to revel in your freedom
till you're thrust back in the race

I never knew just how it felt
to be a tinned sardine
until I took the underground
during the rush hour scene

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