Depth of center crowd, center frenzy of a pulsing mob
stage,
arms, legs, waists abbreviate into claustrophobic knots.
Forced to give ground, sway, this and that way, the squeeze, intense,
more, more, without relent.
Shove against them, dense, intimate demons, fused to sweaty flesh.
Focus
in,
and see them form faces, from inches away.
fierce eyeballs, scorching
Fling one hand up, above, floating free
of the drag,
pull, lug.
Struggle to breathe in all
my
lungs can take, and scream,
Mercy!
Rachel Lowry
