Piss

 PISS

The doors slide open

A predator hunts you

Thick in the air

Saturating you hair

Putrid

And acidic

It melts the seats

Disintegrates you clothes

Rapidly

Crawling on the floor

In search of its next victim

Infiltrating your nose

Your eyes water

Your throat burns

Oh the taste!

"No Passing Between Cars While The Train Is In Motion"

Stunned

This car smells worse

Escape is not an option

Dizzy

Fiery senses

Trying to convince yourself

It could be worse

It could be shit

Then you look down...

This nightmare costs

Two dollars and fifty cents



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