it's a merry go round
minus
the merry.
there is no merry anywhere
near this
junk ride of squeals
and wheels,
nuts and bolt flying off
with each turn.
the wind bleeds my eyes.
the up and down unsettles
my stomach.
my soul is unpinned.
can't anyone hear my screams?
I hold on for dear life,
as the ride begins
again. again. again.
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