The moment the doors unlocked,
smokers leapt on to the platform.
lit up as frantically
as soldiers under fire reload.
Their cigarette sucking,
reminded me of free divers
gasping for breath
as they break the surface.

Unperturbed by packet pics
of tumor laden mouths,
rotting lungs and gangrenous toes,
their inhalation didn’t cease
until the doors began to close.

I waited for them to drown in fresh air
before the next stop.

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