i used to be
scared of
crossing roads.
i can
always see
the crash.
the mangled body.
the broken neck.
the blood oozing.
i can
always see
the death
of a girl.
but the uneasiness
always
saves her.
the driver’s daughter
guilt trips her.
the trauma
from a bystander.
she don’t like
how messy
it could be.
i used to be
scared
of crossing roads.
i
used
to
be.
but now,
i am
no longer
scared of crossing.
I’m scared
of not being
scared.