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.
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