Dangerous Words

“I’m gay.” No, louder. “I’m gay!” Scream. “I’M GAY!”
The last echoed in right angles off skyscrapers. I looked down off the roof towards the street. Most didn't notice, but several people shook their fists back up at me.
“MOM I’M GAY! FRANCINE I’M GAY!”
Suddenly the buildings all around peeled back like flowers. Windowpanes shattered, flinging glass shards at me in a tremendous roar of sound.
“LEWIS I’M GAY! MR. POWERS I’M GAY!”
Drowned in the roar. It was beautiful and metallic and deadly. Floors of cubicles exposed to me; my chest and face bleeding out on the roof.