There is something beautiful about a corpse

When the car hits the deer

And its flesh disappears

And no one bothers to interfere

When only the bones remain

And vines start to consume it

You see the way that it sits

And the way its skull splits

There is something beautiful about rust

When the pavement cracks

The metal breaks from the impact

When nature overtakes the train tracks

When you look out the car window

And see an old building

You know there’s a story drifting

Where the flowers begin wilting

There is beauty in what remains

In the bones and abandoned places

The rails and the rib cages

When you live in the in-between spaces