Her guts were barking at her like a dog,
“What is it boy? What’s wrong?”
She tried putting a little English on what she felt.
Her eyes were exposed to the rust spots; she walked in the other direction,
mentally sanding it out.
It was a roller coaster nearing the top, and all she could think about was a missing piece of track.
Surrounded by faces smiling and screaming with their hands in the air.
“I guess this is really going to happen” she thought as she plunged into the icy dark water.
Everyone began to leave, their arms around one another.
She stood there alone, dripping wet, holding onto a stupid red balloon.
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