People around

They crowd my body,
their chatter weighing on my skull,
their perfumes slithering their way 
through my nose and down my throat,
forcefully burning the skin inside.
Their physical presence, 
pushing against the edges of my mind. 
They crowd my body, 
churn and turn it inside out, 
rolling nauseous waves 
into my chest from my stomach. 
I retreat, striving to lose touch, 
to lose sense - it goes on forever.