and i slammed on the brakes
and for a long, long time, i couldn't move.
i couldn't breathe
somehow, i never knew that blood
was so bright. like fire.
i pay attention
at the wrong moment
s - i had never seen death.
i wanted to unsee, though. it wasn't worth the knowledge
the body dropped from the underbelly
of an old truck and drug the head in circles on the pavement
i should have been sick - i wasn't. i couldn't move.
behind me people lined up and honked their horns
and i wanted to shout
show some fucking respect
but i couldn't speak
but i could think, and i thought about a kitten, curled up on a kid's lap
i thought about being young
and loving little animals unconditionally, so that even when you grow out of that innocence they're still your best friend
and i watched the kitten on the road. and it was horrible
eventually, i went around.