TOPICAL - "The Funnel Cloud" (RSTL tournament on RM i think)
05-14-2004
In the Storm:
he ignores homes bein broken apart, the air blowin glass chards
as he kneels by her side, wind whistlin thru the hole in his heart
---it seems out of the clear blue sky the tornado cloud compiled
to wipe away the town, but not the tears that drowned her smile
one minute they were talking about forever, not about survival
one thing aroused his emotions--- now he cant arouse her vitals
what why ‘n how are trifle- everything comes around full cycle
now his life, much like ‘his’ tornado, is on a downward spiral
The Storm Develops (Earlier that Evening):
the day was made for a picnic--- the two watched the sun shine
they were on top of the world, its quite a view from cloud nine
‘im glad u’ll work late shift!’ her words n kiss were both mixed
“its like a birthday gift---- and your the one turning thirty-six!”
“each new day is a gift, so happy b-day, the weathers pleasant”
“God out did me, but lets go to Bree’s knives ‘n get ur present”
it was THE knife, the one he always wanted
he said “i promise to love...”
she responded, “just promise not to flaunt it”
a minute went by, they drove to the store, purchased the knife
it was the worth, not the price- how did he deserve such a wife?
as they walked outside, gray clouds foreshadowed a darker plot
if only he used the receipt to take back a choice in the parkin lot
a man they named ‘the bastard’, grabbed his wife in laughter
saw him, smacked her ass ‘n said “so can i have a piece after?!”
the temp dropped as fast as the husband’s hand in his pocket
he yanked out his knife and said ‘bitch if you want it u got it’
“but the only piece your gonna see is one coming off of you”
then they were gone with the same wind he threw caution to
‘you lost your cool!’ she screamed ‘i thought you’d be calm!’
‘the bastard tried to molest u, im droppin you off at ur moms’
‘you know im strong, im ur wife! whats wrong with our life!’
all their dreams went out of the window, along with the knife
he threw his Bree’s knife to the street, didnt mention a reason
as the cloud cover grew as thick as the tension between them
‘i’ll walk the rest of the way, go to work, u have lives to save’
‘just know i’ll love u in sickness or health, blue skies or gray’
he accepted her proposition- let her out, against his intuition
and said bye to his sunshine, as she left on good conditions
Back in the Storm:
he arrived at the scene, wind gaining speed, 2 ferocious blows
thinkin ‘it is the street my sunshine left me only moments ago’
a cop shouts ‘she used her last bit of strength to dial ur number’
and with that he had a reality crash that could rival the thunder
the cop yelled “a car hit her, driver lost control bystanders say”
“and we found a hole in his tire-----it was the size of a blade”
‘ironic hes Eddy Bree, manufacturer of what made this disaster”
but the husband had already knew his name, it was ‘the bastard’
he controlled all the elements, and cant resuscitate his mistakes
his actions formed a tornado…his own a vicious twist of fate
he yelled ‘this weathers shit!’ cop said ‘but its sunny n warm’
then it all made sense, as a tear fell from the eye of the storm
Topic: Something tragic happens and you trace the events back to find the source was your actions
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