Gravity died,
Or so it seemed to us, who were to die,
All loose objects vortical,
Yet static,
car spinning,
side over side, the policeman said,
No one could've survived,
Radial blur
All in the rearview
Thud of impact, Thud of stillness
No screams till the spinning wheel ceased
and then only one,
melting like snow upon asphalt.
Sep 3, 2020
Sep 3, 2020 at 10:01 AM UTC
Gravity died,
Or so it seemed to us, who were to die,
All loose objects vortical,
Yet static,
car spinning,
side over side, the policeman said,
No one could've survived,
Radial blur
All in the rearview
Thud of impact, Thud of stillness
No screams till the spinning wheel ceased
and then only one,
melting like snow upon asphalt.
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