Downpour
Crushed
beneath the wheels,
I could
hear the soft
crackle
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.)