incidentally

trauma is an interesting thing/.
specially when you create i for yourself.
firecrrackers. i remember them the most. the way their packaging felt in my hand, the way they smelt and the way they popped when lit. i would hold them as long as i could, even up to my ear, seeing how tough i was. then i would toss them into the air in panic and watch them burst.
i didn't have the pussy kind either. i had the big fatass ones that really bang.
bang bang bang
i dont remember who i was with or why we bought them. i barely remember where we went. some small mom and pop store
all i remember was the flames from one black cat that didn't light correclty.
burned the whole strip mall to the ground. i can remember the sirens and the sulfur smell that stuck in my cloths.
i can't remember getting caught or nothing, so i guess i wasn't
i just remember tyhe regret i felt the following weeks
i destroyed so many lives in one single pop.
pop pop pop.
i could go on and on