#15 - Explosion
The little blonde girl with the skinny ankles and gummy bands around her wrists covers her eyes while every hint of what will never will be contorts towards the star-speckled sky. She hears the pop inside her head, and then nothing but cotton wool and pressure like the bottom of the ocean. Then Chaos comes calling, taunting her with the tinkling sound of broken glass and distress. The air smells like November 5th, but instead of fireworks all she can see is crimson behind her eyelids. Studded with shuriken sequins, her whole world falls into the cracks. And all she has to cling to is the rubble beneath her pumps.
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