From the top of my delight, I fear this ride.
I start at the line- ticket in hand, nostrils full of salt.
Waiting for the cart now…I hope I get the green one
to contrast against the red of the sea.
That will look nice.
I ran to the ocean to hide.
I know that most don't want me.
These carnival folk know how to hide a story…
Hide a face…
Hide a body…
Screaming with a terror that digs deep into the soul,
there is nothing to be done.
The body shakes inside.
Looking for a way out when you know that you are trapped.
Feeling so close to freedom, so high up.
This is my swan song, warbling as I crash to the ground below.
You may drag my remains to the haunted house.
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