Bodies in the road

I see them everywhere I go

I cannot escape them in sleep

In fact, there they wait for me.

They walk out among the cars

I close my eyes and scream.

I cannot write any more. I don’t like




Every time I close my eyes

I see her body at my feet

Lying crooked in the street

Gurgling breath, begging me

The other prevailing thought…

“Her old hands were so soft.”

I hope you are okay. I grieve for what

Happened that day.