Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Ride

A bunch of us are at Six Flags,
The place to go to wait in line.
My friends are full of teasing brags
That their nerve is better than mine.
I give in and agree to go
On the Tower of Power ride.
I'm scared of heights, but have to show
The others. It's a thing of pride.
At last, I'm buckled in and see
The world get smaller as I rise.
The car I'm in drops suddenly.
Almost over, I shut my eyes.

I hear me screaming in my seat.
Something's cut off both of my feet.