radio playing, laughter transforms
into screams, metal crunching and
closing in, a flash of red hair,
or is it blood
the smell of dirt and smoke,
hands pull me from the wreckage,
covered in crimson water that
is not my own
searching eyes and choked shrieks,
where are they, where are-
face-down, still, twisted into
unnatural positions, unconscious,
the deafening screams are my
own, falling to my knees
helpless, seeing red but not in
anger, somewhere an ambulance
arrives, parents and bystanders
watch with unwavering fear
they scream for their mother, and
she is not breathing anymore-
uncontrollable shaking, a breath is
finally taken, but the battle is not won,
rushing, bright lights, tears and mud
staining my cheeks
she can only see shadows, his neck
is broken, another scream, a phone goes
off in the next room, a man in uniform
takes my hand and doesn't let go
Published: http://madswirlspoetryforum.blogspot.com/2014/06/the-best-of-mad-swirl-062114.html
Feature and Interview with Me: http://people-are-amazing.com/seize-the-day/