The Devil's Playground

Nothing much left but an old swing swaying creaking with the wind You think you see a little girl swinging Hair so gold as if a halo face so white as if caked with snow her feet swing up in the air but is she really there Blink your eyes gentle laughter rings small voices sing Make your way to the slide looks like it will capsized Rusty and want of care a brown streak from end to end close your eyes the stain bleeds red running down the slide dripping to the ground Open your eyes all is dry step away to the Merry Go Round sit down, shovel your feet turn the Merry Go Round hearing it squeak Before you realize what is going on Merry Go Round spinning strong Faster faster feel the speed Grip the bars tightly your mind pleads white knuckles grasp and a screaming sound round and round the Merry Go Round your voice making that screaming sound STOP! Nothing moving, the world is still queasy and dizzy you feel Monkey bars rusty and old enough, time to go.