weirdly on her knees
her eye caught a rainbow
arched over neighboring building,
she stayed there,
gray water in bowl<
washing her husbands parts
limp fleshy lumps
snagging ring on hair
they once gave satisfaction
flannel moved
in automation,
her way
he rocked eyes vague
lost in freeway lane,
heavy traffic
mustang span out
through windshield
facing east
as it lifted
sounds of glass and metal
grated paint
flaked onto barrier,
she had a fantasy
to be over that rainbow
in fairytale world
away from grime and sadness
her limit
bend to be willing
being spanked
no penetration,
punished for the ghost
of husband in a mustang
a grain of hope
as he tried slurred speech,
she rode unicorns
just in case
velvetmedia 
What a delightful piece…all too easy to judge weird but i would imagine she isn’t the only one driving down the freeway with similar thoughts in their head…good on you for riding those unicorns
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Cleverly done. What wonderful whimsy.
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How utterly poignant to envision her life (and his) after the accident. It happens and it shortens your life, not in years but in what you yearn for that is no longer possible. I know.
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