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I’m drowning in my blackened shoes,

 umbrellas are for tourist.

the fairground wheels are spinning round to emphasize existence.

 the carousel.

 the animals dance

 yet the rain continues,

 all gray and dim

 the paint it chips from eager horses mouths.

 tip toe through the puddles

 in the sinking mud I wonder

 who’s the strength to work this.

 I approach unscathed

 but soaked through the waist

 my hair a plaster helmet.

 the lights are on

but no ones home

 the ferris wheel is gone.

 the tilt a whirl

the thunderbolt

 the gravitron

 all vacated.

 only the merry-go-round keeps dancing on

 its lights flickering in the dulling morn

 its ancient crest a bond of rust

its occupants all ghost and mist

all absent from this moment.

 but I grab hold and mount my stead

 I lean against the pole.

 the music plays the world it fades

  I become a shadow.


About deadendemily

Emily lives in Austin, TX. She has a minor in chaos and a major in spray paint. She likes Vincent Price and ABBA. She enjoys being covered in fake blood and writing horror stories. Most of the time she just hopes that her cat is not plotting to murder her, her cat being a minion of Satan and all. They would never suspect the cat.

One response to “carousel

  1. wiredwriter ⋅

    very effective imagery

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