On the merry go round
She let her hair down
Pushing her harder
Hands held tight
Eyes strained up
Spinning in space
Wind whipping locks out of place
Sewn into her smiling face
So dizzy, she became
But still
They spin her round
Metal, hot to the touch
Sizzling tender thighs
Fingers getting tired
Fearing she’ll fly into space
They say she got her wings
She can’t remember anything