He hit the car as I turned the corner.
First I knew I saw the windshield crack
Then a face appeared like a bloody Jack-O-Lantern.
Hands flew up, seemingly surrendering
I saw his nose spilt and head come apart like an over ripe melon.
I puked a little in my mouth
Then got out to survey the damage.
No noise, no breath.
I thought for a second
Then, realising there is no one about
I peeled him off the glass
And left him sprawled in the snow.
Then I suddenly had a pang of hunger
So I went to the fried chicken place
And filled my face with a tasty taco.
Last treat for a while
That windshield aint gonna come cheap.