how senseless death, how precious life.

when you think of the moment that
the rubber strikes and grinds,
mashing downwards against a small
creature in oncoming, unnatural traffic.
think red, focusing on the grossly exaggerated.
most gore-fuelled response to stop you from
thinking about its face.
fear tugging at its arteries, all directions.
scrambling to live, to continue to see all the
green lining the edge of the sky.
newly lifeless body still filled with the meaning
that the driver clearly didn’t recognise