The neon lights blink,
confiscated cameras, dumped in the bin.
The slovenly done roller coaster stands in front of me.
I prudently step into the coffin as
the lackadaisical parents talk,
I embark on the roller coaster.
Up, up and up.
The moon is visible in the orange sky,
Conscientiously I look down;
grass that grow in profusion leak between the streets.
I depict kids dressed as witches, zombies are small dots on the littered floor below.
Up, up and up we go.
No one screams,
like a huge monster holding it's breath,
prepare for the tantrum.
My black witch dress clings on to me when the wind blows.
The audacious kid next to me is close to tears,
his vampire face, is as pale as he is.
We go up and up.
And then we fall.
The lights is one rainbow.
The cries is one roar.
The "Trick-or-treats!" that the children who pilfer candy scream is a blur.
My first roller coaster ride.
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