You explode.
Yellow with black marks,
Peal your warning to the un-hearing.
Aggressively shaken,
A danger lurks hidden from light.
You fall silent,
Passing on the same condition
Upon landing on wavering tongues.
Barely tangible,
Your aroma wafts across
A layer of glazed sand,
Turning it to glass.
Bereft of feeling,
Passed on like a plague,
Yet returning,
As a boomerang.
