Poetry 30, 2014

Woman hit by car while crossing the street with friends, pronounced dead at the scene

The night I died, I laughed
so hard I couldn’t breathe
Some things are a split second
and some are a second longer, but
everything speeds up when good things
happen and slows down when bad things happen
so that night I was frozen in time:
laughing
dead

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Prompt: Write a poem where something (big or small, abstract or concrete) comes to an end. NaPoWriMo

Viannah E. Duncan

Viannah E. Duncan is a writer and activist hailing originally from Los Angeles. She lives outside of Baltimore, Maryland, and holds an MFA in Creative Writing from Wilkes University. She has a cat, Cleo.

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