park rides fall apart, toss those who were on top
down and then underneath the ground.
A neigh becomes a scream then nothing."
down and then underneath the ground.
A neigh becomes a scream then nothing."
in my poem "Death is an Amusement Park Ride", one of five of my poems newly appearing in the new Gargoyle Online #12
read more of my poems HERE - https://gargoylemagazine.com/juliet-cook/
Partake of more of the new issue HERE - https://gargoylemagazine.com/2025/12/online-12/
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