Roadkill Poem by Nicolas Lusk

The impact is horrific, the frame shudders, buckles from the violence of its encounter, fluids escape, ignition, a blaze. I struggle with the weight of the door, jammed. My foot impacts the windshield, shards of glass fly off. The stench of fuel, I claw my way across the hood, dropp to the ground, my right leg ablaze, I want to live. Pulling myself along the asphalt, debris, pain, must make it to safe distance, , nearly there. A vicious explosion behind me, I’m still here, I made it...