I wish for my demise to be somewhat akin to the spectacle of roadkill.
(a form so recognizable and yet mangled beyond recognition)
to incite the pity of every passerby
(as they coo and instantly forget the thought of me)
a brief mention of me once home
(that's all I deserve)
before going about your day
(because my being doesn't change it)
but I think my demise will be more like that of debris in the road
(a nuisance)
not an actual issue, just a mere hindrance
(like I was)
something only those paid to will bother dealing with
(that's all I'm worth)
no one will stay up waiting for me
(they never did)
with all the vitriol of a scorned mother
(who lost a part of herself on the road)
because who is she to a bigger, scarier machine?
(she is nothing as I am nothing)
