Bottle of Terror

Fear

now engulfs

me. The bottle

spins.

it is

my turn next.

I

must choose

someone to kiss.

How

will she

react? Will she

smile,

or cringe?

I am fourteen.

What

if she

starts laughing in

my

face? She

smiled, and then

kissed

me! When

it was her

turn

though, she

didn’t choose me.