Loop
Running, feet pounding. Run up the ramp. Get in line. Strap yourself in the dangling seats. The floor parts. Moving, moving, all at once. My heart pounds. Why did I do this? Because I'm daring, I tell myself. Shut up and enjoy the ride. Looking at her. She's more worried about her shoe falling off in the clear water. How could she possibly be worried about her shoe? At the top of the hill. Look down, she says. A long way. All of a sudden, I fall, swerve and fly. I streak up, looking at a blur of red metal. The world is upside down. My stomach in my chest, my heart in my throat, blood rushing in my veins. Then all of a sudden, it's over, and I whiz by. More curves, more loops. More fun. Then, we're over the water, and now I'm worried my shoe will fall off. Laughing as we fly over the water. Then, its stops. My laugh is still in my throat as we jump off, dizzy. I want more, more loops.
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Vignettes 🌙
PoetryIt was a class assignment at first. Then I fell in love with the style of writing. Here are my vignettes
