Spray of Gold

Bear-mace is yellow-ish brown when sprayed. It was mostly aimed for this person's eyes- punishment for saying too much.

i dont want the shimmering
me, who loves the stars
demand they cower in the clouds
murky puddles' silver rims even
shine too bright
basking in the darkness
walk ever slow
savor the damp cold
air, breathe in the comforting concrete

blue and purple no matter how
majestic, even if there's blood
still not drag down
tears compared to the sprays of light
heavy heart for all that paint
dusty, metallic

showered in all gold; shiny malice coating
running flock to join
to dance, to cheer
laughter fades echos back in grins
bouncing run to follow, set out this terrored custom

specks of light across
his back filling up the eyes
seem to fly, your shirt becomes a cloak
flapping behind as you run
across the lawn
dimming lights such hazy glow
this would be so beautiful
if there were no fear