The Moment

My bright blue painted nail presses down on the red circle

causing the wheels under me to turn and send

it in a whirring of speed across the

dark brown wood that creaks but no one hears

a thing over the loud blasts coming from

behind the rows of eyes all looking one direction.

My nerves wound tightly the short

shallow breaths I keep

to myself to show I’m fine, I love this, when

does it end. Looking up is a mistake as the white light

blinds me pulling my soul out of the body I

never chose. I hear applause coming from the wrong

direction and it makes me wonder

what do they really think?