heights, towers, buildings.
they were all so big and large.
so tall and steep.
I couldn't stand on a step without feeling faint.
rollercoasters and theme
parks were one of my worst nightmares.
not because of the heights, because of the deaths.
it happened in a cold autumn evening.
she sat there next to me.
calming me down as I panicked about the height of the ride she forced me on.
"itll be okay."
she said but before I could say thank you her seat belt clicked open as the ride turned upside down.
—b.
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THE MOON WEEPS
Poetrypoetry // prose ( trigger warning. blood / suicide mentions & death hints ) [ ranked 8th in deep thinking 31/5/21 ] [ ranked 19 in poetry collection 13/6/21 ] [ ranked 101 in poetry 7/6/21 ]
