Roadkill

I keep forgetting to come back to this! I've read it multiple times this week and it gets me thinking every time. That opening line, wow. It's very grim. If that's the right word? There is not chance or opportunity to be saved, to follow that warning, only go from one life to the next, or beyond...

So much depth in this, I can't even grasp the full meaning. I'm still going to be sitting here wondering and wondering lol. What a tale you've woven already with the "she" and the comparison to the pigeon, the one who has been crushed. This person was foolish and tormented your heart, or turned your life into a certain kind of chaos you did not plan out. So now you are under this person's control, contorted to do their will until you lay lifeless. That's me just rambling on, don't know if I'm even close.

What wording in this piece though....It's so unique and engrossing. Good job!

The ending was a bit...harsh? Gorey? Gross? lol compared to the beginning of your poem (funny, only a few lines and it has such different tones!). Your first line drew me in -- keep going with this poem!