Exploitation

Wow! As always, your writing has captivated me. As Gertrude Stein once said, "Why should a sequence of words be anything but a pleasure?" The imagery you use here is captivating, from the poor souls escaped from the car crash, to the colors on the Dixie cup. Not only could I see it all perfectly, but feel it. I go back to that cup, but I can actually feel it sitting in my hand, cold with water, from your description. Plus, the poet's struggle! They know it's a horrible tragedy, someone has died, and yet they want to write it into a poem (which, since it appears as a poem anyway, looks like they failed to do). And the alliteration in the second to last stanza, it reminds me of a thought that ticks constantly through your brain that you can't get rid of. To write about this is almost a compulsion for the speaker. It was a wonderful piece, Sarah, and thank you so much for sharing it with us!

This was a truly touching piece. You've captured the true emotions one feels when seeing something as horrific as a fatal car accident. I understand the need to write when you've witnessed such a thing and the guilt that comes with it. I've actually deleted works because of it.