The sky covered in black,

No sound

No Movement.

Only my heart stood out in the darkness.

Beating the drum of anticipation.

Waiting to detach itself from my gapping

Chest.

It began.

No warning.

No sign.

Red bled across the sky

In

Fiery

Hot

Sparks.

Blue swam through

Piercing the red apart like a skilled hunter,

Relinquishing a trained arrow.

Yellow

Danced upon fairy wings as it floated through the

Deathin’ bang,

Mustard gas couldn’t compare to such precise fairness.

All the colors glimmered so brightly.

Not like the grill once you’ve added gasoline.

It wasn’t

Suffocating.

No,

These were

Fire Flies

Comin’ while bearing gifts of

Childish Pleasure.