The roller coaster starts slowly Dragging up the ramp Approaching an uncertain sky
Closer and closer to the peak we rise
And I scrunch up with terror and anticipation
We stop for a moment at the peak before we drop And he winds his fingers through mine
We fly down the ramp and he raises his hands My own still entangled with his
And instead of terror I let out a laugh
For the first time I embrace the fall and raise my other hand
Thankful that someone showed me how to Enjoy the ride
About the Creator
Annabelle
If you’re looking for an explosion of truth, you’ve come to the right place
Two Wrinkles In Time
It is pointless to run, my darling, because sixty seconds ago, I will kill you. My blade will have sliced reality open right in front of you. It will have first pierced it as it would a bed sheet left hanging to dry, flapping in the wind on a Sunday afternoon. But the metal will have drawn a line in the air that the ghostly tear will have followed. Then I, La Dyablès, machete firmly in hand, will have emerged from what your mind, at the time, could only interpret as the other side of here—whatever that means to you. I know. I have seen that look on the faces of countless unlucky… clients. You will not have been the first nor the last to try and reneg on a riches for soul contract only to present this visage to me when I come to collect.
By Lily Séjor5 days ago in Fiction
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