Spectacle

I am clutching my arms
and dare not touch the wall
because the paint was wet two weeks
ago. I stained my hand then, and the
fireworks have distracted me touching them
since.

The display starts again,
but I refuse to see it because the pops
of color are frightening. [No]
Overwhelming.
Thunder sounds close to the ground
just a few meters over the surface

and the world is rejoicing again
for the third time today.

There are people shrieking outside
in panic. [No] Celebrating.

Everything is alright, as it was
when pops of blue and yellow
lit up the moonlit sky just last week.
Followed by rain.

Everything is still alright,
pops of red still light the ground
and metallic rain still falls.
 

I clutch my arms harder
until bruises spottle my arms
like the displays in the sky.