Writing prompt: falsely convicted

Writing prompt: You have been found guilty of murder, but it was an accidental killing brought on by hilarious circumstances. [Word Count:150]

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Ron was an asshole, but I hadn't meant to kill him.

I hadn't known Ron was sleeping with her, and when it had come out in court nobody had been more shocked than me. Honestly, I’d always thought Ron was an asshole, but had never borne him ill will. We’d been working late, lounging on a break when that asshole tossed a banana peel on the floor. He told a joke that was actually funny. I’d slapped him on the back. The jolt forward landed him on the banana peel and he slipped forward, like in a cartoon, his body propelled through glass of the tenth floor window to the parking lot below. The cameras had shown what appeared to be an aggressive shove. Now here I was, on the fast train to Fuckedville, about to take a lethal injection for that clumsy fucker.

Man, Ron was such an asshole.

Patchwork

We are falling leaves

Blown on winds of circumstance

Too lost in the fall

To see the beauty of life

As we rush past it to death

Our colors a bright false fire

So that they don't remember our death

But can only remark

On the beauty of our passing

I have forgotten

More love than I ever felt

Ruined more beauty

Than I have ever noticed

Inhaled the smoke

Of a thousand burning bridges

Misplaced the keys

To a million secret treasures

But I never forgot you

Or the songs you sang to me

Or how the world ruined us

When I speak to you

I desire my words

To reach your ears like gunshots

Startling and sharp

Silence violently lost

Broken by my softer thoughts

When I speak of you

I desire my words to tear down walls

A disruption of our complacency

Sending my thoughts into your head

Where they mingle with yours

And give birth to new ideas

About who you are

And who you could be

I feel like the captain

Going down with his ship

Call it duty or devotion

Call it folly if you will

To me, the water in my lungs

Feels like love

Adrift on indifferent seas

Which pull you further away from me

Than my thoughts ever pushed you

You smile from the lifeboat

As waves of doubt overtake me

And I feel your hands

Pulling me from the depths

Your ghost is every song I hum

When I don't realize I'm doing it

And though I sometimes forget the words

Your melody is always with me

Your memory is the movement of my fingertips

While I lose myself in thoughts

Drumming along the tabletop

Like a stuttering heartbeat

Or grazing along your skin

Tender brushstrokes

Spelling words I'll never speak

In images you'll never see

You were a masterpiece

A road map of wounds

Telling a beautiful story

And I cried the day

My name appeared on your heart

Alongside the patchwork of old dreams

And new hopes

I knew you were beautiful

The moment I saw your scars

A blank canvas is only beautiful for the potential

A blank book pristine

But empty

You are a masterpiece
A reminder of the beauty
Of a picture painted
And a story told