Crushed beneath the wheels,
I could hear the soft
of her bones,
kneecaps reduced to rubble
and veins overflowing onto pavement.

She was looking at the sky,
singing the songs of angels along with
the screaming sirens and wailing rain,
lamenting for her.

I never knew this girl.
I will never know this girl.
I didn't see this girl's
beautifully hopeless face
until my brakes squealed giddily,
It's too late!

She didn't scream,
just stared up at the cottony clouds
as they came to take her away.

Without a word;
swept away.

(notes: an attempt to crush writers block. erg.)