Reason and logic were always a large part of who she was and when she tried to step away from them, they pulled her back harshly. She always wanted yet never seemed able to loose control. Perhaps that what she was seeking in her love of thrill rides. You buy your ticket and take your seat. The straps are buckled, the chains fixed, and you are locked in. There is no turning back. With excited and shaking expectation you climb to spectacular heights, knowing all the while that you cannot remain there. Slowly, too slowly, you reach the edge, and freeze. Time waits. You gasp, and it's too late to pray as you fall with increasing speed and you don't even know that the screams you hear are your own. Rising and falling and turning too fast, the blood rushes in your ears, your heart beats a wildness you've hungered for forever. If you could only live in that moment always. So you ride again. And again. And again.
back at the pub for a shot of prose/poetry