Treasure Island

Miranda Oney

(6 July 1989 / Upper Hayford, England)

Mosh Pit

Wild, sweat-soaked bodies crashing
into one another. Deafening, skull pounding
music splits through the thick, musky
air. Fists slamming into the sky along
with the heart thumping beat that quakes
the very ground the spasming mass tramples on.
Glistening beads decorate every inch of flesh
that can be seen, dampening every piece of cloth.
The Pit will swallow any brave soul
who would dare enter it's swollen belly.

Submitted: Saturday, February 09, 2008
Edited: Tuesday, February 12, 2008
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