Rollercoaster Ride (hour 15, prompt 15)

Staring out the window
At the storm that raged outside
Something told me, then & there
We were in for a fucking ride
35,000 feet in the air
We were flying home
From our honeymoon in Vegas
Straight through a fucking storm


We were in a freefall
Dropping through the air
Everyone was screaming
Lights flickered everywhere
One woman, loudly praying
All I could do was cry
30,000 feet, now
We were gonna die.

But the pilot had us
Like an angel, he could fly
When we landed safely, later
He said, “thanks for the rollercoaster ride.”
~Mandy KocsisĀ©2020~

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