Broken  bodies
Twisted  necks
Eyes  wide  open
Car  in  a  wreck*

Metal curved and embedded into the tree as though mother nature herself had engulfed the vehicle whole

Shards of glass pierced through skin
The hum of birds start to sing

Help is too far
There was never enough time

Breathless
Lifeless
They lay stone cold and stiff
Fingers entwined with one another

They may have died
But I doubt their love did.