playing in traffic and losing

tire tracks on my face… given the circular nature of both wheels and skulls, each time the tire (those two parallel axels bounded to half the spine of a two ton metallic elephant of the west) would approach my head, i heard the vibrating asphalt anticipating the two spheres coliding- the one in motion dominates my lifeless head and my face skids across the road. my skull cracks and is crushed again and again by the never ending flow of on coming traffic. my mushy brains and bloody mind membrane is reprinted with a different styled tire pattern each time someone hurrying on their way somewhere neglects my midroad demise. no one has time to accept or question my death. all these people lead very promising and important lives that could never be interrupted with the untimely death of a whore on their road. afterall, they are only in process to their destination and once they arrive i wont be part of their journey any longer. there is nothing anyone could have done for me except for the one who hit me. them stopping or slowing down could have saved my life. but no one rations garbage, theres too much of it out there to waste time sorting it through.