we tickety clicked to the top of the drop, anticipation taking hold in the pit of my chest.
too late now, wheels set in motion, arms raised high in jubilation as we slowly straddled the crest.
music raced, strobing lights outlined faces, speed as distance divided by time enhanced fear of falling.
we’ve got this, plummeting only to soar upward again, no tickety clicking only whoosh, loop calling.
spiraling up in tight circles winding apogean, then back to perigee with a stomach dropping lunge.
giggling uncontrollably, swiftly closing into denouement, a calculated hitch before taking the plunge.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
Giddy just looking at the picture! I think I’ll pass …
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I have to find more roller coaster friends!
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“Tickety clicked….” Love this onomonopia.
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Thank you!
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Aaaaaaaarrrrgghhh
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Wow, got giddy reading your poem 🙂 Brilliant!
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😍
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