Roadkill
Posted: 21 Mar 2012 14:22
I am this.
Recently hit roadkill.
Prone and helpless save for my teeth.
Which have become useless to me, as my spine is severed.
I see them now
Raptor birds circling.
They taunt with their shrieks.
Their pangs of hunger ripple through me.
They fly in circles taunting in the sky.
Challenging which will first rend my flesh.
Some swoop low.
Figuring what to make of this hazard.
Will it fight back?
Can it fight back?
I can't I lie here.
Scared alone.
Cars pass by.
They don't realize raptors poise above.
They rest their wings on trees and powerlines.
One brazen, glides down.
A crow black as Hell.
It taunts me, screeching.
It dares to peck at the most esposed area.
Inflamed.
Pulsing blood freely.
Like a macabre welcome mat.
Here I lie.
No mercy.
All pain.
It pecks again and again.
Rips jagged flesh loose.
A part of me is gone now.
I wish for death but it does not come
A murder sets to the feast upon me.
Picking viciously at me.
My eyes.
My underbelly.
I wish they'd go for my heart.
Any place to kill me and ease the suffering.
The vultures aren't picky.
They all peck at my legs, my spine, my fingers
One flies away with a prize from it's filching.
My heart.
I may now rest.
BMD..
Recently hit roadkill.
Prone and helpless save for my teeth.
Which have become useless to me, as my spine is severed.
I see them now
Raptor birds circling.
They taunt with their shrieks.
Their pangs of hunger ripple through me.
They fly in circles taunting in the sky.
Challenging which will first rend my flesh.
Some swoop low.
Figuring what to make of this hazard.
Will it fight back?
Can it fight back?
I can't I lie here.
Scared alone.
Cars pass by.
They don't realize raptors poise above.
They rest their wings on trees and powerlines.
One brazen, glides down.
A crow black as Hell.
It taunts me, screeching.
It dares to peck at the most esposed area.
Inflamed.
Pulsing blood freely.
Like a macabre welcome mat.
Here I lie.
No mercy.
All pain.
It pecks again and again.
Rips jagged flesh loose.
A part of me is gone now.
I wish for death but it does not come
A murder sets to the feast upon me.
Picking viciously at me.
My eyes.
My underbelly.
I wish they'd go for my heart.
Any place to kill me and ease the suffering.
The vultures aren't picky.
They all peck at my legs, my spine, my fingers
One flies away with a prize from it's filching.
My heart.
I may now rest.
BMD..