DEAD THINGS: part two

2.

Whenever You come across the carcass of some unfortunate road-crossing creature that failed to make it to the other side it’s always a little sadder than you’d expect. Something about seeing a fuzz of remnants of an innocent creature bludgeoned into concrete feels entirely sick. And every metallic car only passes by, with only a backward hint of guilt, forgetting the loss of life as soon as it moves from eyesight. Sometimes I imagine my body in a mangled mess just off the freeway.

xoxo Tessa Rose ❤

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