the kettle
whistles
as his body
lays
cooling
in a pool
of piss
on the kitchen tile
the horn
blares
as the bass
thumps
as she angrily
drums
her fingers
on the steering wheel
five minutes
before
five minutes
before
the world was ripe
with promise
five minutes
before
just five minutes
before
down
it all comes
crumbling
the paramedics
were forced to
called it
in minutes
while
the neighbors
gleefully gathered
to watch
all while
she sat
in her car
frantically sobbing
the last words
she spat
hanging in the air
forever
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
I want to know what happened
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it’s funny, I knew the entire time exactly what occured and even wrote it out. then deleted the details to leave the wispy aromatic sorrow instead.
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That’s actually ingenious
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I like to play around with things. Sometimes I get too clever by half and ruin it. Sometimes I fight to distill 1000 words down to 100. Just to see what is possible. Can you move the river with well placed dams or flood the valley? It’s in Challenging yourself, you find the route.
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Thats how I am with my music and art. I am still finding my voice as a writer. I have yet to dam the river or flood the valley.
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Quite a wrenching scene, Mike. The drama shows in full force.
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