The stadium of my mind is full,
The engines rev and the crowd rumbles,
silence escaped long ago,
and every sound echoes like a stampede.
The hum of energy surrounds and binds
every being and I can feel their existence.
Every stadium light is blinding,
no matter it's direct my eyes cannot fail to pick up their luminescence.
I can smell old beer and hot dog grease,
drunken breaths dancing on dirty air
and every sent is pungent and overwhelming.
My senses are tangled in a world built up in my own head,
and I'm catatonic on the track waiting for the chaos to explode.
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Josey Pickering
Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
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