Roadkill Dreams
A Poem
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Andrew S. Birch is a writer from Las Vegas, NV focusing on extreme, erotic and transgressive writing. Volume 1 of short stories and art is available via www.samhel.com with sales going to two new books.
Dark night, city lights expose what’s in the shadows Barely breathing, rib cage exposed Skin torn off by the gravel What once housed expression is now shredded nerves Pink and red liquid puddles around the remains The best things left are just the memories Lights pass by, but it’s just large roadkill on the pavement Hardly clothed, laid bare and embarrassed Organs spilling out, rocks embedded in the folds Hoping someone isn’t too repulsed to help It’s true, the white of a bone really stands out The lights flicker, my only guiding light failing Lost within the shadows, a bump in the pavement A car finally pulls toward the body The lights bounce, but they’re ever-present in the road With the last bit of strength, an arm is lifted A wave is given, the car speeds closer It begins to slow, the arm collapses All will be okay, the car sees me Vision starts to blacken, all I see are lights Brighter and brighter, the darkness never returns