Flying
Tense and clacking.
Beautiful scenery.
Ominous yet bright sky.
I don’t brace myself this time.
That just makes my breath hurt more.
I can just…
Pretend to fly.
I can be dizzy and joyful.
Spinning and whirling is just a part of nature.
It will be over someday.
I’ll be dizzy and bubbly,
And chatting and clicking my teeth.
Roller coasters are weird.
And so am I.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2023
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