subway storm

i hesitate before calling the air oppressive because it discriminates against no one in particular as it slowly suffocates the men and women drowning in sweat at times square station. perhaps it’s not sweat that drenches the shirts which cling so tightly to their skin, but the rain that they desperately sought to escape outside. a blue flash sizzles in the black darkness as the thunderous rumblings pound against their eardrums. the 3 train cautiously lurches forward, offering refuge from the storm. - 06.12.08