nothing changes after running over a toad

some days,

out walking, you accidentally

step on

insects,

ants and bugs of all

sorts,

harmless caterpillars,

maybe a worm

or two,

you might run over

a snake

with your bike or car,

or hit an

animal

indecisive when

crossing the road,

perhaps

a sloth or squirrel,

or toad,

but somehow all of this

death

doesn't affect you.

you still sleep the same

way each night,

waking up

at three a.m.

in a cold sweat, wondering

what's to become

of you.