Carousel

Carousel

Hallucinogenic lights

burn us into being.

Parched, we buy sarsaparillas

and play at being human.

The Tilt-a-Whirl spins us into the fun house

and we kiss on the Ferris wheel.

We leave, again and again,

but the carnival music sucks us into cotton-candy giddiness.

A slipstream on repeat and your hand slides away from mine

on the carousel, and

we lose to this game of madness.

Where do we go from here, my upside-down, inside-out

shadow love?

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Author: The Chaos Realm

Copy Editor/Proofreader, Historian, Freelance Writer, Virtual Assistant.

7 thoughts on “Carousel”

    1. Thanks for the feedback! My (perfectionist?) self still thinks it needs some work regarding flow and structure. I have this “muse” that’s been appearing in my dreams, and most of my poems lately are based on our dream meetings. It’s been intriguing!

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