Transparent windshield

Obstructing her lead foot was the massive trash truck with green paint that flaked like diseased skin, exposing an interior of rust. Stopping just a tad too close to the truck at the annoyingly crimson light, she saw life inside those crushing jaws. Cups and crumbed wrappers that sustained the livelihood of bodies scuffling from cubicle jobs sprinkled with paper work, bodies in strive of the "happy". Letters whose secrets hide in tattered edges that long for their other half. Amputee teddy bears who attained affectioned wear in tear. The light matches the truck like an eager cameleon while a sheded green flake shakes loose from the accelerating,steel life-container and bounces off her transparent windshield.