The Ride
"Come take a ride with me"
That’s what he said
The conservative side of me
Almost jumped out and said;
"huh uh, I don't do roller-coasters"
but the look on his face
prompted me to change my mind
as if to say
you don't know what you're missing,
he has thrown down the gauntlet,
and don't I love a challenge!
I didn't need a second invitation
as soon as I was strapped in,
it started to move slowly,
thinking to myself
"I can handle this; it’s a piece of cake,
not scary at all"
What the hell?
Who was I kidding?
midway through the first lap,
it started to bounce up
and just as quickly
it skid down again
I grabbed the bars
to stable myself in the seat
leaving marks on my hands
as I dug my fingernails deeper,
into my own flesh.
Glancing across I can see
my fellow revelers’ mouths moving,
but I can’t hear a word they're saying
it looks like one of those silent movies
all I can feel is my heart beating faster
and with every movement
praying for my safekeeping,
at the same time cursing
this guy next to me
with a solemn promise
that if I live to tell the tale,
I will never allow myself
to be talked into something
this crazy again,
even if the guy is as sexy
as the one sitting next to me…
Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2010
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