roadkill redA Poem by erierowe(07/07/22)ignored. save for pity. frivolous to those rushing past. a Following the living concern themselves not with what it was, what it looked like, or how it behaved only it's death, and lack of future being. the rugged red that screams of should-have-seen-it-coming's. the rotten ruby that fills your nose with what-could-have-been's. the bittersweet raspberry taste of remember-when's and i-miss-the-time's. roadkill presents no concrete image. only existing in imagination, as it is impossible to remember something that was never seen alive.
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