*LAUGHS... that is so wonderful a question.... I could not possibly put just one word to it... it would have to be more of a discriptive phraze that would catch the reader's mind and leave nothing to doubt.

Pedro, spasmed like a mechanical fortune teller with her plug pulled from the wall. Dropping the end of his Grand Accordian, the monster instrument slowly stretched it's way to the floor screaming its agony in a multi ported intake of air as its pump chamber filled of its own accord. When the cord buttoned end found the floor, Belzibub's noise abruptly stopped, and within the room you could have heard a pin drop.

*gives her a hug....

V.

Thank you for the suggestion Miss Vixyy. In the case of my story though, the accordion doesn't die- it's murdered- impaled by a thrown knife, so I thought that some type of onomatopoeia would be best to describe the situation. Would it be too big of an imposition for me to petition you to ask your watchers (which I assume you have oodles more than me) for their help with this conundrum?

*the griffin boy gives the small fox a big hug in thanks*

oodles of watchers... *chuckles...

my last poem netted only two responses and my last journal just one... it is the fate of the writer to seldom hear back.

Perhaps a note to Poetigress? I have great respect for her prowess with the word... and Metassus... he would know if anyone would.

V.

thank you so much, I'll ask them both

you're most welcome hun...

V.

A wheezing death, the long agonizing deflation as the crowed melody escapes; the trapped air, finally free as a bird, cried out in a mournful sour note to salute the death of the misunderstood instrument.