My black tank top is soaked through, clinging to my skin
My grey jeans have turned a dark black, chilling my bones
I run and shout in pure, unadulterated joy,
as the wet, squishy sand slides under my flying feet
I am finally free as I never was
I slow my steps, feeling the sand let me sink
I feel my heart beat against my chest
Like a caged bird trembling for freedom
Puffs of smoky breath slide from between my lips
I feel like I am riding the wind
I walk on the pier, grains of clumpy sand fall off
I slide my flip flops on, and walk to the roller coaster
I play with the band on my wrist, saying I can ride free
I wait and watch the people around me
A couple, sharing not only hands, but a kiss
A family, the parents smiling, the kids playing
A group of teens laughing loudly, messing around
The line moves and I stand in the front of the roller coaster
People slide in the carts, smiling in anticipation
I sit alone, quiet and staring at the clouds
I feel us move, the roller coaster shaking
The beginning is a slow climb to the wonder of speed
Without warning the drop sends my heart spiraling
I let out a scream of happiness, feeling the rain
The ride is almost done, or so we think
Instead of the screech of the stop, we speed
The wheels fly off and I hear screams of horror
The warm tear is the last thing I feel,
Mixing with the cold stinging rain
The thunder rumbles over head, as the rain mixes with blood
People cry for the lost loved ones,
But no one will cry, for a lost little girl
with her hair strewn and her clothes soaked,
A mascara tear drop her only evidence,
other than a beautiful smile upon her face
She is, at long last, free
Denise Lane Ecstatic
- 16 years, 9 months, 25 days ago