- Briana Spencer
I taste the sweet cotton candy cloud as
I swing around the merry go round.
My food wants to come out and see the view.
The ride starts to die and comes to a full stop.
I drunkenly stumble off
and make my way to the Ferris wheel.
I barely get onto the next ride and
I am lifted into the sky.
My legs dangle through the air.
The stars are sparkling,
dancing next to each other.
I look down to see the people,
small as a funnel cake I just ate.
My friends wave from below
and I wave back to them,
thinking “this is a memory to save”.
The wheel starts to squeal as it slowly