The Ride

We've reached the top,

hearts racing,

stomachs in knots,

thoughts scramble,

palms sweaty.

You take my hand,

tears start falling,

so high up,

we drop,

screams are silenced.

Hearts in my throat,

stomach in chest,

thoughts blank,

palms gripped tightly

with yours,

We've reached the end.

The end of the ride,

we get off

and do it again.

Reviews

[S.E. Conway]

cool write

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s.e.