Elevator Ride: A Poem

Elevator Ride: A Poem 

Once again, I found,

an elevator down

in Stabler Hall 

With careful steps 

we all crowded in

like ten little sausages 

in a row, 

trying not to breathe

We all carried backpacks 

as we pressed against each other 

a bit awkwardly

Strangers became friends – 

or rather acquaintances 

on the elevator

We all laughed at the closeness, 

at the suffocation of ten people

with ten backpacks in a small elevator


via Daily Prompt: Stifle

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