I didn't fully stop.
I should've waited. Correct.
I realized though and even went slow.
No accident was done.
Both cars were at a standstill.
I just kept inching instead of a complete stop.
Two snails moving, one more of a caterpillar.
Indeed it was my fault. But...
You RODE up on me and threaten to hit me.
You could have. In your 6ft black jeep.
Drive right over me like a toy car in your monster truck.
I pulled to the side and let you go because you are in a hurry.
You screamed and I apologize politely.
You screamed. screamed and screamed. Face as red as my nails.
I didn't think this situation caused for that much anger.
This was nowhere near an accident.
I do realize I should have stopped longer.
Now I hear your screams in my head and threats to my life. You are angry at something greater than me.
That was rage at its finest.
I apologize. I pray. You are okay.
I pray. I am okay.
****.

The drug that never stops.
All day feening.
Till the last second.
Every last drop.
I dream about it.
Wish for it.
Crave it.
This.
Drug.
That.
Never.
Stops.