“Run Over” Pictures and Poetry by Mim Weisburd for The 52 Pickup Project.
Drowned in a puddle, stomped over, and desiccated.
Unnoticed and walked upon.
I am nothing but pulp, unrecognizable even to myself.
Left to disintegrate
One with the asphalt and grime.
Just leave me stuck to the bottom of your tires,
Allow me to fall apart.
It’s not so bad to disappear.
Like I never lived at all.
I am just litter on the ground.
Run me over, leave me for dead, forget I was here.
Allow me to rot away.
Don’t worry the rain will clean up my remains.
Washing my fleshy bits down the drain.
All I want is to slowly become nothing
Under the crushing wheel of life.
Anything to stop the pain of existence.
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