new_year's_eve_fireworks
raze
strip
sight
from
sound
,
and
what
you're
left
with
is
the
coughing
of
a
lapsed
calendar
as
its
thin
pages
go
up
in
flames
.
we
used
to
watch
the
world
explode
from
the
top
floor
of
the
building
she
worked
in
,
when
my
height
was
the
only
weapon
i
had
to
wield.
i
burned
it
to
the
ground
with
the
best
of
intentions
.
something
catches
in
my
throat
through
the
thin
gauze
of
melted
snow
.
it
sounds
like
falling
feels
.
221231
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from