Passenger

dum dum dum dum dum

passed around passively

dum dum dum dum dum

shot from a tunnel gun

dum dum dum dum

onto the next one

sitting blank

dum dum dum dum

expressionless across from

other passengers

drumming fingers on light grey

furniture

dancing round my mind with no music

dum dum dum

and the tunnel gun

flicks us onward and the

drum of the fingers on the track

shakes through the carriage

dum dum dum dum dum

and the whirring of the turning lump in my stomach

brings my organs forward and up onto my palate

and they throb in my throat

dum dum dum dum dum

via Daily Prompt: Passenger

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