Under Pressure
Pulse beating
bass beating
faster and faster
tongue twisted tied
words holding on to cells
at the tip of the tongue
not letting go.
even with muttered words.
words, jibberish, as scream!
Releif
release…
butterflies fluttering
settled at the base of the 50 foot drop
A coaster designed to prepare for the
for the shocks of life
terrified at first
screaming the next
and relieved at last
ready to go again,
Experience is everything because
it softens the intense bass,
but never the nausea.
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