Your Last I hope your last emotion wasn't fear. Did you see it coming? I hope your last sight wasn't the glaring headlights. Did you run? I hope your last touch wasn't the hard metal nor the rough pavement against your cheek. I hope the last thing you heard wasn't the roar of the engine nor your roommate shrilly screaming your name. I hope your last taste wasn't the blood that flooded your mouth. Did it choke you? I hope your last smell wasn't the burning rubber when the truck left you behind. Did you suffer? I hope you didn’t. © 2016 Vic Romero RIP 3 Sept 2016
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