I knock on wood, I need luck

Children laugh while they dance, the sun is bright

My stomach flipped in anticipation.

It feels like when I was on the coaster at Disney.

I might have eaten too much dairy.

My execution was on the horizon

the white horse I ride runs

society gives me glances; they look down at me.

my ride gives we strength to cut off their heads.

Across the way, I spot him

The river between us was a chaeta

He dashed, like Romeo, to me, his star crossed Juliet.

We join hands in the middle.

“What was the worst the could happen?” I say. My take out last breaths, and steps alone, now united.