fireworks
gravel becomes loose dirt
as i come to the edge of a cliff.
faint blasts of red sparkles explode
above the worn harbor, the light revealing
splintered wood and missing planks.
dangling my feet over the edge,
gold and blue showers violently crackle,
the light blinding me.
but the darkness has soon returned again.
only ornate detonations,
sizzling and hissing as they perish,
blend into the shadows
that once held them.
Adaeze I. is a 20 year old Nigerian-American QWOC from Florida who currently attends university studying psychology. Besides poetry, she enjoys reading, tea, stormy weather, and catching up on shows like Black Lightning and Doctor Who. You can usually find her in the farthest corner of her favorite local bookstore. To see more of her work, follow her on instagram at: not.a.daisy. She is a regular contributor for Marias at Sampaguitas.
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