The Carousel

"Giddy up horsey!" screamed the little girl on the carousel. Her thin blonde ponytails flew in the wind, accompianed by the purple ribbons that held them in place. Cascading over the horse was the beautiful purple and white dress she wore, and on her toes a pair of perfectly white shoes.

"Giddy up!" she yelled again, and then turned to the side to see her parents standing there smiling.

The galant ride atop the white carousel pony went on for a good ten minutes before it came to a halt and the little girl jumped off the horse and ran down into her daddy's arms.

He scooped her up and kissed her cheek and the mother laughed by his side, as she took his arm and they walked away from the carousel together.

Sweet carousel, innocent child, a combination that is the recipe for happiness. Yet happiness is not what little girls are made of.

15 years later... the girl has become a vivid and wild 19 year old. Her once blonde hair is now as black as night, and the dress has been replaced with fancy bras and small skirts. On her feet she wears nothing, shoes are not needed where she is.

The bounciness of her childhood is no longer. Now all she longs for is making people happy. Harmless right? Wrong, for that wanting is the key to her broken heart, buried within her. She is no longer someone who is loved, but someone who is used.

Theres on a knock on her door. Walking over the beer bottles and the trash that can be found all over, the woman gets up and lets the visitor in.

He, is a tall, muscular man, around the age of 23. His hair is dark brown, and he wears a white t-shirt and faded jeans. He walks in and the two exchange words.

"You know what I want."

"What you want isn't free you know..."

"Oh, I think it is." and with that he pulls out a gun, and points it at her head. She falls back and sits on the bed. Tears begin coming down her face, as he walks towards her.

And as he walks closer she begins to sing,
"Sitting on a carousel ride without any music or light.
Everything was closed at coney island, and I could not help from smiling..."



[written November 30th, 2004]