Losing Dime - Poem by Katrina Wisniewski
The venue reeked of excitement
as the four took position
A tune that took the shape of a moon,
like an ongoing vibe that hypnotizes the soul.
Guitars began to weep,
testing the riffs that would forever echo
As the band begins to play
a stranger wanders without notice
controlling the stage, yelling words of paranoia
a freight train with no wheels.
Agitated with revenge
the stranger reaches for his Beretta 9mm
firing at will.
The music stops,
hearing only the screams taking its place
third shot fired, Dime falls to the ground.
Waves of shock swallow the crowd
draining everyone in its path
as lives slowly slip away.
Breaking new invades the screens
a salty substance filled my pores
Seven years ago
a metal legend gets his last five minutes of fame
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