Fireworks (Pt.2)

Z Surakji

by Z Surakji

Story
Everywhere

The loudspeakers crackled a static, and the announcer’s voice boomed and echoed off the hilly terrain, preparing us for the highlight of the eve, and in a matter of seconds, the mob fell into a unified silence and state of intense anticipation.

A screaming whistle.

A million colors invigorate the dark.

The crowd goes wild.

The night sky is suddenly a canvas. Hues of jade, dabs of sapphire and strokes of ruby painted a story against the dark background. Lines sprawled out in shapes and sizes only to evaporate an instant later, clearing the way for the next sketch.

But in the pyrotechnics, I saw a familiar figure burst to life.

In the tints and tones I saw the spectrums of color you infused into my life when I welcomed you in.

In the blinding brightness, I witnessed the way your face beamed and glowed whenever you smiled at me.

In the intensity of the heat, I felt your skin pressed against mine, warming me through frigid winter nights.

In the reverberating explosions, I felt my heart booming the first time you called out my name.

In the scent of sulfur, I inhaled the matchsticks you lit your cigarettes with, because it apparently tasted better that way.

In the screeching shrieks, your arguments and fights resurfaced.

In the waning fizzles, I witnessed our flames dying out.

In the deafening silence after, I heard the sound of you not responding.

In the returning dark, I was engulfed again in the way you left me.

I went to see the fireworks, but all I saw was you.

© Z Surakji 2023-07-07

Genres
Novels & Stories, Spirituality
Moods
Emotional, Inspirierend, Reflektierend
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