Highway 7 West, October, 7:28 PM

Two seconds’ notice and oncoming lights 
Your scuttling steps were swift on cement
Your wobbling walk blending in with brown road

Why were you on that bridge

The unnatural predator of the midnight river rolled on
Inexorable
Nowhere to turn, nowhere to go
It could not stop for you and did not swerve

Inevitable outcome
Your soft body barely a bump beneath its weight
More sound than feeling
The brush of fur on fiberglass, rubber on bone

Why were you on that bridge 

There was no purpose in the taking
No exchange, no life for life, for sustenance or survival 
Nothing sacred, just unholy probabilities

Incidental death, a side effect
Collateral damage from this black tar current
A killing machine your instincts were not designed to evade

Why were you on that bridge 

~Elena Nola