Fireworks

Her words just floated out onto the horizon to which she was staring. One tiny speck of the sky continuously growing orange and then flickering off to the right. I was hesistant to look into her eyes. Divine secrets witheld or told, I’m not sure which is more terrifying.
Moments of sweet sugared fruit and tang residing in the afgan that layed on our laps. No one was listening.
Why do you insist he didnt love you? I asked her.
And with each orchestration of bursts and sky glows, somtimes theres a preceeding kiss. And sometimes theres a song of words that sits in your stomach for a long time therafter. Sometimes theres a cry.
She looked up out of her hands and said, Because its easier than trying to figure out why he stopped.
And crackles and booms and prickles and crashes released in the sky.
A kiss of the past, the words of Open Your Eyes, and then she cried.

Fireworks

Heather Dawn

Joined March 2009

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