To forget the worries that paint red slashes of distress,Īcross our mind like angry exclamation points. Our eyes scan for some source of comfort, I sip from a plastic cup and hope the old microwave "wont get me"Ī prince and a song bird puttering away in a fairy tale,Īnd I'm so thankful they haven't lost sight of Peter Pan or turned into a dastardly Captain Hook. Morning breaks through illusion and steals-Īnd no sailors have died by luring for some time. You vanished midst the tease of a young girl's wishesĪnd stopped a heart from breathing to soon. That trailed flowers and pressed lips to shadowy dandelions. Or it could have been the hand lotion I used.īeams dashing playfully through the tree trunks. That's why my hands feel like they've been left in a kiln. I'll make sure to keep my hands away from the flame. I think I left the sparkler box on the bench in the backyard. Haven't had much happiness in my life and all that. I really want to play with sparklers later. Sparklers are so amazing it was worth it. Never mind that it looks like a chicken went to town on my hands. It was just momentary weakness on my part. I'll just stand here and glare at real stupidity. I should go and set all the leftover sparklers on fire.Įr wait. This bottle of water is failing miserably. Ughh my throat feels like I swallowed a scratch pad. These long nails don't do well for scratching. The stars are beautiful when the smoke clears. Wow! I didn't realize oxygen was necessary for living!
With all l that smoke around my face and hands.Įspecially since I've dealt with asthma in the past.Īfter the pretty colors have gone "kaput," My chinese color-dyed paper-rainbow sparkler has fizzled out.