I call out to the sky, my hand raised and outstretched to the silhouette of someone looking down. The sun blares white noise from behind it, blinding like the light of god, but there is no god.

No god would spread my insides out across the street. Not in the shape of crimson stained tire treads. No god would keep me alive this long. I would be dead already if there were a god.

Instead, I am here, screaming without breath in my lungs, looking at some fool who looks back. Go you moron! Go! There is still time! Stop staring and go get someone! They can still scrape me off the streets and push me back together. I can live as a giant ball of meat, I don’t mind. Just don’t let me die! Please. Not me!

The body disappears and only the light remains. I stare into it. My retinas fry and everything goes dark.