Highway

My frail glass bones shattered with the windows. We walk on yellow striped tightropes and dance with impossibility until his grasp becomes to tight. I fell into a river of metal droplets wheels rolling as Mr. Impossibility connected two infinities. Glass fingers tapped on a glowing glass screen. Metal clashed, my scream was lost with sirens into a echo of blue and red lights. There was a silence that pulled me into the casket that sat open in the passenger seat.

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