Mosh Pit

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