the crash is old news
demolished vehicles towed
her carcass lay roadside
decomposing detritus
now desiccated
grimed mirage
voyeurs had craned
necks in eager feasting
calling 911
in faux solicitousness
picking over excoriated flesh
for crumbs of salaciousness
frenzied feeding of
“your end revitalizes
my vacuous self-congratulation”
tabloid spread
her celestial essence
rising in tattered
ash-drenched
brilliant plumage
soars
wistful adumbration
above
minatory vulturing
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Wow, this is powerful. I lost someone to a car crash years ago. ❤️
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Thank you.
I hope it didn’t trigger too much!!
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I love metaphors, and I loved this piece of you.
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Such a beautiful dessicated mirage I am!
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But you can’t be a mirage – you actually exist.
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That is what my words make you believe…
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Really powerful and haunting write, there is no end to the energy.
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Thank you so much! I really appreciate it
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