chandler collins: D.C. Metro [Poem]

Bodies swaying in a rhythmic dance
listening to metallic shrieks
as wheels protest their perpetual motion.
matted hair with an acid rain drizzle
shrouds a face devoid of expression.

Did i miss the warning sign –
“smiling prohibited”
as i rushed from the world above
into this grotto filled with rolling metal slugs
and those rotting inside.