carnivale deux

The sickly sweet smell of cotton candy
oozes through the putrid sound of carnival games.
As if in slow motion, the bright bulbs light up in a row,
red blue yellow,
calling me, enticing me, alluring.
The surrounding din seems to muffle itself
and the scene ahead begins to twist
hurtling towards the ground
as it quickly turns dark
and I hear the sharp sound of half a breath
seconds after it escapes my throat.