climbed
the first track, up an impossibly
steep hill
of crackling wood
and metal
gleaming in the summer
sun.
i wondered
why, and what
i was doing here. is this
how my
life would
end,
splattered among
the peanut
munching crowd below.
the sirens
in my ears, as my life
began to slip
away into eternity,
each memory and thought,
about to disappear.
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