flashpan neon souls

igniting

the world

–

electric smiles

buzzing

loud

amidst the quiet

–

subdued

stoic

existence

–

baring puffed chests in the presence

of deflated gasbags

and disapproving glares

screaming

in ecstasy

hot blood flushing their cheeks

–

blooming roses

in stone gardens

barren

untilled

salted soil

–

screaming life

from the rafters of a deserted stage

refusing

to let the curtains be drawn

to be dragged

from the heat of the spotlight

–

preening blazing pink feathers

posing

in defiance of the stifling mass