Untitled by Rachel Lowry

Untitled

by Rachel Lowry

Depth of center crowd, center stage,

frenzy of a pulsing mob

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,

fierce eyeballs, scorching from inches away.

Fling one hand up, above, floating free

of the drag, pull, lug.

Struggle to breathe in

all my lungs can take, and scream,

Mercy!