The clink-clank of metal on metal
The exhilaration of the thrill
of the unknown
The sell of oil fills the air
as screams pierce through to the ears
of the one screaming.

The clanking stops.

Down the cars go
taking their screaming passengers with them.
The taste of throw-up begins to make itself known
in your mouth.
Leaning over the side you upchuck
as your going around the loop.

You exit the terror you just rode
your mind reeling from your experience
when you notice

your legs shaking beneath you


a sick stomach



and a hunger to go again.

On the roller coaster.