Trial

Since I am new to blogging, I think I will try out different topics and different styles of writing. I never really show people my short stories (most of which are never finished),  or poems, so I will share one in this post.
This came from a little article I read in a writing magazine. I don't necessarily remember what the style was called, but for now I'll call it a "flash poem" (like flash fiction), not that it rhymed or anything. The article was about how a man had killed a priest because he found out his wife was cheating on him with this "holy" man.
 This was my response to the article:

 Title: Trial

 "How do you find him?"
 I grew impatient...
 Boiling with growing hatred.
 It was like losing consciousness.
 Losing concentration.
 It's hard to think
 What happened?
 Had I truly killed him?
 The priest...I'm a murderer
 A murderer in the face of God
 I thought about it: I was relieved, rather.
 "We find the defendant guilty...Your Honor..."
 They were taking me away
 But I was in a whole 'nother world
 By myself...
 And I menacing...chuckled to myself...

 I wanted to make the story shorter but I guess that didn't really work. I wanted at least in the sixties. But I wanted to get into his head so.......Anyway, I was pretty satisfied with this. Thank you for reading :-)