Alliterating Murder

Cursing lights flood the dark, Stains of grey upon the road Twisting, Wrenching Streams Slip Slowly, slickly, down the damp hills hidden behind the curve of my left shoulder ----suntanned, scarred---- so close and far at the same strokes of singular seconds. Sound the swift waves of fear, See the blood wine water the savory stains of grey Upon the road, translucent and clear. The fabled feathers of lush lashes no longer lift from the top crests of your cheeks like the way your body bulges from under wheels ---grinded into the dark of concrete---- The stains of grey stay within my sight. Slowly, the shine of yours sink softly within the waters of sweet, saccharine sleet.