Crisp

Brilliant bits of death rain down over wet streets. Veins through the city. Setting the pavement aflame.

Soaking through the shirt of a young man in a foreign country who will never see his home again. Eyes glazing over.

Exploding in long fingers of shimmering awe over a sea of upturned faces.

Crackling hungrily, destructive and ceaseless. Consuming everything touched. Life giving and dangerous.

Pounding in my ears when my heart flip flops in my chest.