Light freezes in the moments before impact,
tiny details become pronounced and defined.

Double yellow lines streak by underneath,
the windshield fogs from heavy breaths confined.

Trees blur and bend on either side,
the engine screams in protest at being redlined.

Tires squeal and shriek, brakes lock and smoke,
flesh and metal become tangible and intertwined.

The last things he ever heard
were her piercing screams
from the seat adjacent.

The last things she ever saw
were twin oncoming headlights
illuminating his lunatic smile.