I lie here – splotched
Grey skin on grey tarmac
Stretched – Like a cry
Limbs outstretched
Clawing a last appeal
Head smashed flat
Teeth sharp white
Spread wide
A grimace of death
Guts spilled out in
Soft pink coils
In the soft pink dawn
Blood – still warm
Spattered like
Rose petals strewn
On a new corpse
Eyes staring
Clinging to my
Last life
A few minutes back
I used to be a creature
With nine lives
Flowing across the road
Like a fluid moment
Of light
Now, here I am
Splotched
-by Rita Putatunda
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