Fireworks

The best are those which hurt the most; 

That crackle and rip through your tissue and bone. 

The best are when the aftershock shatters violently across the mountain range;

That pull you under until your lungs explode. 

The best, tear open your blood vessels and taste of white shriveled ash. T

he best steal your hearing until your legs shake without command. 

They smell of breaker fluid and maple sap smoke. 

They look like a raging corn fire that sears your skin. 

They are best because they hurt the most;

Because they reap the loudness screams.