Didn't reduce speed in the parking lot
Pressed the accelerator in a school zone
Knew her for a month or an afternoon
Felt the car go into the air and temporarily lose control as it hit her
It's vulgar and it's evil to call this hit and run
And it's unpleasant to move on so quickly
But we are the animals perverted by captivity
And now our movements are unpredictable and follow no specific logic
My shock absorbers are completely worn out
So when I was through, I could feel every ugly thud of flesh under pressure
Flesh under rejection
Flesh under exploitation
He used me
And he didn't stop to see
He just went on into the night with a fixation of cold want leading the way
Trying not to glance into the rear view mirror
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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