Day 9 of the Anguish project
Roadkill Butterfly

This is how my heart has felt for the last week.

I should write a song (country of course):

I was walking down the street
I thought we were ok.
SPLAT, I was a Roadkill Butterfly.
My heart was smeared on the road
like butter on a balogna sandwich.
I was a Roadkill Butterfly.