There’s a cliff by the beach

The clouds above contradict the scene by the sand and the water 

Down below a mother puts sunscreen on her child 

Smiles, laughter, and music blend together in a flurry of joy 

Up above a voice plays on repeat, stormy eyes burned into a mind 

Looking down, a girl happily bites into a caramel apple 

The aftertaste of regret and guilt

A flashback from a night spent at the carnival plays 

Flashing lights fill the dark sky 

Screams fill silence 

It’s supposed to be happy

They were supposed to be happy