Fireworks, beautiful, exiting, wonderful, right? Well sure, if they’re not erupting into the empty acidic pit of your stomach filling you entirely. Katherine wheels re arranging your internal map, rockets dividing everything you thought you knew against everything you’re about to find out, sparklers igniting in crevices of your shell like body you never knew existed. These fireworks crawl up your throat, the searing pain becomes the only thing you can truly focus on, they catapult up into your brain as you race against them trying to save your thoughts from corruption from these fireworks. your heart is beating with your whole body, loud enough to provide rhythm for every song ever sung. You ascend into the sky with these fireworks, even when they stop marking the sky you’re left floating above the world seeing it spinning, with no way to find control and pull yourself back down into the world again, everything just a hazy pinprick mark orbiting around itself which you’re floating further and further away from. tears impale through my eye brimming and burning corroding away who I was. Nothing makes any type of sense, the world is spinning at an uncontrollable rate. Every decibel amplifies to hear shattering volumes, stampeding around your head, everything is too close, the slightest movement ricochets the fireworks back to circumnavigating my heart, everything is unfamiliar as if a spirit had transpired from your person to explore unknown terrifying new places. Lights are stark, pierce straight through my eyes, shattering my eyes which are glazed over like freshly cut glass, the world is scary. When the fireworks finally retreat and you begin the seemingly perpetual journey back to normality you notice your fingertips are dripping and wrinkled like you just bathed in the vastest horror filled ocean, your whole body jerking like a car whose engine wont quite start, breathing begins to starts paining and becoming a chore to your lungs as if something is stuck inside your chest filling your lungs up making your breathing faster and faster shallower and shallower like a riptide taking place in a rock pool. You realise what you’ve become, your whole body starts to ache dully, eyelids heavier than the weight of the world, nausea sitting where the fireworks live, ready to sleep but you don’t give in. you don’t talk because that makes the fireworks angry, so you just trapse along wondering when the fireworks will next decide to attack. It’s like an everlasting smoke always behind you, lingering, it stench sticking to your skin but no matter how many times you try and cleanse yourself it always there.