Baby girl bent and broken, bleeding,
after she took a tangled tumble
in the backseat of an automobile
masquerading as a washing machine.
Life leached from her little body
at such a tragically young age,
leaving my little brother without
his fire-cracker, Tom boy best friend.
Absent seat belt, addition of drugs
and alcohol to the mix of 31's
two-lane traffic cocktail, her mom
glided across the yellow-dotted line.
Personality bursting at the seams,
her body turned into a pin-ball
machine in that back seat. Every
single bone in her body had broken.