City Bus Ward

crippled and broken,
infront of bus number 67,
headed for downtown,
lay this girl,
with a tiny frown.
the driver helped her up,
and gently seats,
in his bus.
she moans softly,
but doesn't make, 
a real,
fuss.
her nose is bleeding,
she sniffles,
the driver hands her kleenex,
and she wipes it off.
maybe if she wasn't,
not quite not fucked,
she would feel her pain,
and understand,
she was hit by a bus.
she lays back,
closes her eyes,
tries to remember,
but knows nothing.
the driver,
keeps her awake,
his bus is empty.
he is glad for the company.
he pulls the bus into emergancy,
and lifts her out slowly,
gently,
and she opens an eye,
looks at his face,
and then the sky.
the stars were exceedingly bright,
for in the city,
on a hot,
smoggy,
gross night.

and then all that is gone.
she opens her eyes,
focusses on white.
she sits up,
still no pain,
now on morphine,
numbness all over.
white legs, 
sickly,
stickly,
twigs extend from her
gowned body.
but a stump,
a huge and heavy,
blue thing,
where her arm should be,
but she doesn't worry,
still so not quite not high,
back down she does lie.
she spots someone in her room,
and mumbles hello,
and he proceeds to greet her.
but she falls asleep,
and he out of the room,
quietly sneaks.
he just wanted her to be okay.


xoxo Kyelle