Mosh Pit, by . QUEENIE . Subscribe to rss feed for <b>. QUEENIE .</b>

breathing, pulsating
moving, living.
air soaked with sweat
faces turned upwards
heaving, shoving
beating.
the masses surge
reaching for the front
screaming, yelling
hands waving in the air.
hands groping, probing
pulling, pushing
punching, kicking
faces glowing 
colours floating, smoke rising.
the pain of it all
feels like a warm hug
mosh pit ettiquiette
never forgotten, common cause.
beating, bleeding.
spikes diggin into
your lower back
twisted, turning
backwards, no control
lost footing
handles in the form of
other people's hair
belts grinding
cheering screaming
believing this
is the
best
experience
ever...

xoxo
Ellie J

Posted: 2006-03-30 03:29:58 UTC

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