Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

death coaster

we climbed upward in a stagger
pulled by the pulsing lights
toward the certain plunge
of the ancient white wooden
death coaster
jane ‘s addiction telling us
what she has to say about sergio
piped in on the speakers
just before we fell he turned
looking me dead in the eyes
as he raised his arms and bloody toothed said,
“You’re my Marla Singer…”

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