Flattire Road
FLAT TIRE ROAD
Lying in wait,
powdery brown dust
hiding hard gray bodies.
Jagged stone teeth
reaching skyward, hoping
to snag rubber prey.
The ground trembling
mouth opening as
prey draws near.
Pop!
Fangs striking quickly
inflicting jagged hole.
Mortally wounded prey
hissing out its last breath
its body deflating.
Another victim lost.
Why do I continue
Driving flat tire road?
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