I did an automatic writing workshop about 2 years ago, where we were asked to write poems without thinking or planning. We were given 5 minutes to write and this is what I came up with.

The skid marks on the tar road

Resemble the scars across her back –

Conspicuous, unnatural and still

Somewhat valuable in adding to her character.

Something or somebody else may have died there,

Yet something even greater

May have been born.

The skid marks on the tar road

Brought shock in all their honesty -

They were obnoxious and disrespectful

In their candid nature.

The time had come for now to pass

And for then to exist explicitly.

Where they ended,

Lay an unidentifiable, lifeless body – her child.

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