[ roadkill is made from an angry car's tires, too full of vanity to care ]
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"disgusting." she said.
you took your e y e s
off the road, and i wondered
if it was really worth the risk
to attend to that woman.
she can't take no for an answer,
after all.
"what a disgusting view."
she was looking in the rearview
mirror.
you didn't understand what
kind of smile she wore.
but i did.
very well.
it was the lovely kind
that only a woman can recognize.
"hating something beautiful, love,
is poetically disgraceful." i said.
"i'm gon' write a poem about you."
she turned blood orange red
dragon veins popped out of her head
and her white cotton hair
was black sheep shed.
i winked at her.
YOU ARE READING
rolling in our graves
Short Story"backseat driver, baby. i ain't letting go." his eyes were papercut in the limelight, but she wasn't about to let that gaze fade. she laughed, "then it's gonna be one hell of a drive."
