While walking home from work one day <br />in the rain <br />I encountered a lump of mutilated flesh <br />on the side of the road <br />although I should have looked away <br />I marvelled at the glossy sheen of the membrane <br />surrounding it and watched the <br />last drops of living blood ooze <br />syrupy out of its crushed ventricles. <br />The blackened sting of the bits of gravel <br />around into its spongy <br />processed strawberry yoghurt pink <br />blood-drained <br />muscle <br />made me wince with an all too recent tenderness <br /> <br />and as I lifted my boot to nudge it out of my way <br /> <br />I saw something just a little too familiar <br />in the edges of its shape <br />so I looked down at the craterous wound in my chest <br />and realised it was my heart <br />still lying <br />mashed into the tar <br />where you’re thrown it, crushed it <br />when you left me <br /> <br />(12-01-2005)<br /><br />Abbi van den Berg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/roadkill/
