Hill Roller
Location
My perfectly white blouse
now harshly stained
hazlenut and emerald.
My head was spinning,
my eyes still rotating.
My hair was messy
hiding blades of grass.
All I could smell were the fumes of the Earth
There was no doubt about it,
I was a complete wreck
yet I was still showing off my front gapped teeth smile
like a crazy redneck.
Down the hill once more?
I laugh at myself.
So silly
Of course I would!
I was a hill roller