I feel like a piece of roadkill
out in the middle of the lane,
hit over and over
and no one’s checked to see
if I’m still breathing.
My guts are strewn all over the street –
will you walk in them?
I feel like a piece of roadkill
out in the middle of the lane,
hit over and over
and no one’s checked to see
if I’m still breathing.
My guts are strewn all over the street –
will you walk in them?
mywordpool 
Probably not even if you invite me nicely.
This got a smile out of me 🙂 Happy to hear that. Thanks, Alice!
It’s like I keep telling my writing students: It doesn’t have to be pretty. 😎 Great writing, my friend.
I couldn’t agree more 🙂 Some of my favorite stories are horridly ugly – but, in all their ugliness, teach me about beauty.
I appreciate this! Thanks so much.