Stale Sweat

Sound of a rattling window
Smell of stale sweat,
Hovers oppressively,
Choking me,
On this bus
On a journey
to the golden place
where I came to fill my heart.
Instead,
There is an awkward heaviness
that has enveloped me,
enough,
for an exposed armpit
to leave me bitter and nauseous.

There is nowhere, to vomit
and eject the pain.