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.