dissection

 

they glared in awe, watching a master at work

she wanted to prove that you could actually

dissect a trumpet

her body shaking like a sine wave

sweat pouring, trickling into her eyes

she pierced into the delicious flesh

which brought on a steamy discharge

a glint of lightning

a volcanic eruption of smoke

and a thunderous, cacophonous squeal

GLLLIIIIOooooOOOOOOO!!!

as if blown by louis himself

the deluge of sound reverberated around the room

observers tried to stop

squinting their eyes

once the echo had diminished

she said

pass me that horn

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