There was no preparation
certainly no expectation
The airbag skid against
my skin, burning exposed chunks of flesh .
jagged pieces of glass shattered all around me.
carving and slashing into me
Overhead a streetlight sat unharmed almost
igniting the scene like a morbid film.
Crimson blood ran down my face
and flowed like a leaky faucet onto my lap
I think there’s something
about touching death
that makes you feel life