I felt no sensation below my chest.
On asphalt I wailed, tears hot and wild.
I wished for death, hoped for the best.
Dawn broke with laughter, light-hearted jest.
Office chatter buzzed, coffee-scented crowd.
I felt no sensation below my chest.
Hours ticked on like all of the rest.
Review praised my work; pride swelled loud.
I wished for death, hoped for the best.
To my fiancée, with eager zest,
Clouds loomed gray, thunder rumbled proud.
I felt no sensation below my chest.
Tires screeched sharp; car crushed my crest—
Iliac bone snapped, spine twisted bowed.
I wished for death, hoped for the best.
Limb-rent flesh like a mangled nest,
Blood’s copper tang, smoke’s bite in my mouth.
I felt no sensation below my chest.
I wished for death, hoped for the best.
