The Zephyranthes

throngs of bodies squeezed into the tube of the subway while the invisible wall of the ridge above the tracks holds back the tide of humanity waiting for the next train is coming down the tunnel toward the mass of bodies and just after the train stops the doors open and everyone presses into the metal sausage skin like a fat girl putting on a tube top so not everyone quite fits but those left at the station will thank whatever they believe in that they might have been late for work because between the stations there is an emergency stop as someone pulls out a gun and yells and holds up a briefcase while anyone standing near him gets as far from him as they can because as much as people want to be on the news they dont want to die please please please don’t let me die here we all think and people pull out cell phones only to realize theres no damn service in the subway as the man is yelling about the judgment of god is upon you and some woman screams and faints while some middle management paper pusher is thinking about trying to be a hero but any false move by any of you motherfuckers and i will fucking shoot you and theres a whisper going through the crowd trapped in this death tube that if everyone rushes him he wont have enough bullets to shoot all of us but the only concern is what the hell is in that briefcase and what if he triggers whatever is in there before we can do anything but we are getting too loud and he is getting scared so he points the gun and says that if anyone moves this kid dies so no one moves because no one wants to have blood on their hands but there might be blood everywhere if something doesn’t do something soon and where the hell are the police or the transit authority but its too late for that as the man finishes his sermon and points the gun at the briefcase and shoots

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