Rainbows lead

to the jackpot

of happiness

like a clock

ticks the last seconds of school

or the sight

of a long lost relative

the most beautiful thing

is all you see

butterflies dance in your stomach

you jump up and down

unable to wait

for this feeling

to return

Nose flaring

Veins popping

Eyes wide with disbelief

Blotches of red appear on his face

His hands clench and unclench

I can almost see steam

Blow out of his ears

Horns poke out of his head

A pitchfork appears

Fire in the background

Like a bull

He runs at me, the red flag

I turn to run

But it’s too late

He has melted me into nothing