Suddenly it is all too much.
I feel like a jelly donut inside your fist,
and the walls start closing in.
The screaming, firey rage,
the blind dizzy in my head.
I feel the ceiling coming down,
chunks of drywall snapping free.
The chandelier tinkling like 100 wine glasses toasting,
shards of crystal shooting stars,
I am hit and I sink to the floor.
The bulbs blinding as they are exposed,
swinging, smashing, one by one,
popping, poofs of powder
like halos above each one that has died
and I sit cut and bleeding,
gazing numb at the thousands of tiny prisms
tossed like glitter around the room.