sitting on top of a giant steel slide
reminiscent of burning kindergarten flesh
as summer rays heated sources of joy
much too warm for screeches of fun

a man in a mask stands on the top step
as i prepare for lift off and wait patiently
trigger cocked, barrel loaded,
he places the shaft against my head

flash, bang, done in an instant
and my eyes bulge big, as comic book x's
take the former place of irises

a smile plasters wide on my jaw
and i wail, a shriek of exuberance
escaping from within my core
as i shoot down, like a slab of meat on a greased pan

i land with the grace of a contortionist
body parts twisted, but otherwise unscathed
as i suddenly defy gravity,  
boldly stand up, and escape my grave