shot glass
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

J W Schneider


The Script

He pulled the trigger and left a mess upon the wall.
It almost looked like a giant flower or a palm tree
from somewhere nice, somewhere tropical.
But he never knew a place like that in reality.
Only in dreams.
Only in movies.
Only in pictures.
Maybe that is why the stain looked the way it did;
It took on a life of its own.
Something his hands could never accomplish with paint.
True art.
True expression.
A sort of bad tasting medicine good for you in a way.