r o l l ercoaster girl

r o l l ercoster girl

hums sweetly during  the    clack    clack     clack        rise to the top

grinningly gleeful thump heart chime the hurdy-gurdy

skyline spreads wide

to overlookover

my tiny bug      feelings          (ground bound below bellow wallow), details sheathed

within my chest

cause a pause, and sit

up

right,

b

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triggered by miscommunication,

steel gripped wheels  endlessly spin the grinder spark flash burn

into lividness, cornering with tilted slip shift                                                to one side

with a belt of palatable spirited anger, heaving gut wrench dive

barely clinging  to stomach contents,

pensive eyes

r o l l across to show disbelief

the let down drop,   

        s  m a s h     face drag against the table top.

At last, the ride comes to a slow,

to level off on a brief blur of sadden remorse flush,

the childlike tears of (apology) sorry

r o l l ercoaster girl says,

she doesn't like the

r o l l  ercoaster.