Road Kill
Ok, this is where I was
A few miles since you last saw me.
A little before sun up,
Before I became road kill.
Stay closer and I'll tell you more.
May I ask, before,
When will I see you again?
Your pure and unnatural thing,
Your nut house?
It's never so easy
When you are road kill like me
Not even hurried
No one checking If I'm here.
Who are you anyway,
To have ever looked this way?
A love letter to road kill,
That spirited, wounded animal
With unfinished business.
Ok, so where were you?
Did you think it wasn't spelled out
Clearly a few miles since I last saw you?
Before you became road kill?
Copyright © Thresha Reese | Year Posted 2017
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