Show

Watching someone lie there
Leg sticking out from under the big red bus
Life sunken in to the tarmac.
Smashed window screen.
I wonder what mangles  breath has escaped that limp body.
That means nothing.
I don't know whether this makes me feel anything.
Life gone. Is gone somewhere and I can't absorb it.
That screaming girl.
Am I just cold or is the sickness hidden away?
I push it to the back of empty ness and yes I can't get the image out of my head.
You could have been wonderful.
Why do people stare?
This is not a show.