beneath the wheels,
I could hear the soft
of her bones,
kneecaps reduced to rubble
and veins overflowing onto pavement.
looking at the sky,
singing the songs of angels along with
the screaming sirens and wailing rain,
lamenting for her.
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!
just stared up at the cottony clouds
as they came to take her away.
(notes: an attempt to crush writers block. erg.)