Waiting at a corner, 

For what she had and taken for granted to come from somewhere else.

The light turns red, 

Yet she steps out into the way, 

Arms open.

The truck barrels down upon her, 

Mangling her soul. 

But she never saw it coming,

Imagining it a ride to somewhere better. 

Bloodied, battered,

She drags herself back to the curb, 

And awaits the next dragging.