Forgetting how to walk I end up
falling into the road.
There’s someone singing in my ear.
Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale.
What happened to the leather seats?
Sight begins to blur,
stench of burning tar.
Ghosts stagger towards me,
hulks of grey and black.
Have my hands always been this red?
Wet ears sting,
a chorus of distant screams.
The echo does not fade.
My gaze finds a pile of bleeding metal.
Why are there so many blue lights?
Strange green vests in my view,
I think they’re looking at me.
The world has fallen onto its side,
my head finds a pillow of tarmac.
Why are my eyes so heavy?