The Man Under the Motorcycle

We all love a good horror story
Don’t we? Twisted limbs
Blood dried black

The sickly crunch of bone on tarmac.

It’s not as if he can hear or see
But still they stand and
Stop and stare.

The paramedics will bring him air.

But pain is not a spectator sport
They chide. And usher
With a frown.

Such a shame the scene is upside-down.

The Aquafresh of Injuries

A blurring blend of blue and black
A Rorschach on her lower back
A shock of blue and red on white
If not in pain she even might
Refer to it with comic ease -
the aquafresh of injuries
Stop asking how she did it please
And save her the ignominy
She does not think it worth a lie
so meters out the truth;

She walked into a wall.
Backwards.