Prising through the fog like creeping fingers
headlights approach slowly, glaring and foul
from beneath the obscurement of mist,
a demoniac engine gurgles and growls.

A 1958 Plymouth Fury, one beauty of a car,
spoilers whistling, axels whispering

[THIEF]

ancient, but without sentiment -
the grills above her bumper curved into slender-hooked teeth

blood-red and fat, a body that's sleek,
bloated, ready to chastise;
one twisted zygote, a devil's reject -
from the depths of a broken heart, tendrils of fury begin to rise

blue-smoke billowing behind in transient swirls,
my mind bends as reality curls,
still lay here and she's getting closer -

and closer -

[- oh leave me be -

- just let me go -

- crawl someplace where your face won't show -]

She can't understand that my love for her is no longer,
she can't seem to understand that my resistance to her charms is so much stronger -

and still she speeds along the highway
taking the night and violently painting it red,
her wheels squealing towards
the dusty asphalt where I lie my head,

speeding along

not slowing down -

["Hey stop! No please STOP!!!"]

///CRUNCH///..-.