Fireworks, wine, and morbidity
August 15, 2019
At ten the fireworks started.
Bursts of red and blue and yellow and white,
Lighted up the sky.
Little drops of fire,
Falling from the stars.
Staring eyes reflected the light,
Dripping down from the endless skies.
A .sudden. flash of light
Brought back memories of the slums right outside resort gates
Faces of men and women pain ridden
In the time the
Fireworks started and
Ended
Somewhere in the slums
A woman may have been . raped
A child may
have been beaten
A man
may have hung himself to death-
Everything felt
sterile Everything
felt morbid
The world
felt
distorted
Another flash of light.
Another sip of wine.
The red and white fireworks were my favourite.