These yellow lines are stuck on repeat.
Tar, oil and the smell of gasoline.
Skeletal structure smashed into concrete.
Dead birds, dead deer and the orphan bambi.
The road is known for the art of tragedy.
The beauty in roadkill is not lost on me.
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 3:31 PM UTC
These yellow lines are stuck on repeat.
Tar, oil and the smell of gasoline.
Skeletal structure smashed into concrete.
Dead birds, dead deer and the orphan bambi.
The road is known for the art of tragedy.
The beauty in roadkill is not lost on me.
