black explosion

His laugh
is a black powder explosion
busting at the seams
of his mouth -
violent, terrifying -
my ears still ringing
when its over.
I want to capture
the sound in a bottle
and blow the clouds
away with it.
I want to save
it for the days
his eyes drip shadows,
the times when
his lips split
under his restless teeth.
I want to
ignite his laugh
in the darkest part of him,
shattering all
that haunts him,
this dynamite boy,
until he bleeds with the
sound of his joy.
—  his smile reads “caution: highly flammable” and i hold a match