Fading asleep Three blurry forks in the road three of everything Until i blink. I crawled up out my passenger side door like a submarine hatch lifted the heavy weight with my back Didn't think to roll down the window
I called the band to laugh at the irony we just wrote a song on falling asleep crashing our car, dreaming in autumn. In the song, I dreamed of a girl I'll never have. But when it happened I was dreaming of the leftover sheppards pie at home.
Swerved into a rock wall, Kick flipped my mercury on it's side. I wore my seat belt woke up drivers door to the ground.
An old man stopped to warm me. my grandmothers ghost in his passenger seat. offered I sit in their car out of the cold Until the firemen arrived.
I saw my mother's blue SUV coming And waved for the elderly couple to part. tears in my mothers eyes, she hugged me tight. The police showed To Check out the scene. as I was alive, They mostly watched me. laughing hysterically At how prophetic poetry can be and how lucky I have been And how my shoulder angels are my grandmother, and a gambler named risk.
When My partner arrived she expected me crumpled bleeding. Smiling false safety through the phone as I bled out But I was fine. she stormed towards me. her friends stepping outside the car. her girlfriend in the passenger seat in the fetal position. Throwing a tantrum, because she wouldn't get to sleep with my security blanket tonight.
she held me greiving. I felt like this was an alternate universe. where I survived and this wasn't the real story.
The tow truck arrived as the cops collected my Lisence, the medical professional okay'd me to sleep tonight.
The firemen flipped my car onto the rockwall from being sideways. The tow truck grinded my car across the wall into metally pulp. They collected the bits and dropped it off on my driveway a mile down the road. my partner drove her friends home to return to my bed later. check i was breathing throughout the night.
My car, crumpled. Missing an eye. Looked like a corpse. like a reminder of what should have happened. you could feel all sorts of spirits when I opened the trunk. contents compacted against the left side. when i woke up, all i saw was laughter. At the irony. the shock. how many more times I would need to die before I perform a magic trick. if i turned my car into powder turned my story to a falacy. how long before their panic attacks become a suicide? And I'll stop seeing three of everything.