Click.
Click.
Click.
The chain groans upward,
each tooth a countdown
to my brother’s dare.
My hands grip the bar tighter than necessary,
knuckles pale with thrill or prayer.
Below, the world shrinks
into fried dough and Ferris wheels,
a blur of neon and nostalgia.
Wind teases my hair, whispers reckless promises.
The track ahead curves upward
like a question mark
no one dares to answer.
But somewhere in memory—
a state fair dusk,
the Wild Mouse waits.
No towering heights,
just whip-fast corners
that could snap your spine
and make your cousin scream
like it was judgment day.
No smooth ascent,
just chaos in miniature:
a boxy cart,
a rusted rail,
a ride that feels like
it might just fall apart
for fun.
Still, this climb is my first dare—
a hush at the top,
the pause before gravity
remembers its job.
And in that breathless instant,
I am everything:
child, comet, confession,
a soul suspended
between fear and flight.
One deep breath, eyes squeezed shut and…
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Lizz Chambers
Hunny is a storyteller, activist, and HR strategist whose writing explores ageism, legacy, resilience, and the truths hidden beneath everyday routines. Her work blends humor, vulnerability, and insight,
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"fall apart for fun" haha love the fun nature and dueling emotions!