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The Epicentre

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Like a black hole, it draws the masses.
Flashes of metal, the smell of leather
The sound of boots and low chatter
Fill the space like a fluid.

We're in there, among them.
Brushing shoulders with dark strangers
Tasting the late summer night
On hot, expectant tongues.

The dark pulses with an electric surge
And suddenly there is blinding colour
Washing us over, and over
Igniting a thrill inside.

I take your hand and we rush forward
The crowd tightens, we seize the gaps
Weave 'round curved spines and locked lips
As the first wave builds up…

…And breaks.
The crowd jumps, we scream out
Our voices hurt but we still shout
The ground shakes, our ears ring
We've gone hoarse but we still sing

Our bodies ache, we know we're bruised
But it feels good to be abused
Oh, we're a mess, but we don't care
Sweat-stained faces and tangled hair

The encore's done, the crowd takes flight
Don't know where we'll crash tonight
Keep on singing down the street
The cold road bites at our bare feet.
The morning creeps over our eyelids.
We awake on someone's floor.
Smiling, you turn your head and croak,
"Let's do that some more."
I'm anticipating a few incredible heavy local gigs this summer, and this just spilled from my fingers!
The rhyming section feels like a song to me, which worked in my head while writing it because that's when the music is playing.

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DeriveAnemone's avatar
You capture the intensity of attending a rock concert well! I particularly like the rhyming section. You're right; it does feel like a song. :)