Blank pages
That! Was "the" flash
Clear sheets of bleached pages
Blown by some outlandish light
My heart didn't miss a single beat
I wasn't afraid to die
Wasn't afraid of the hurt that would come
I calculated and imagined
a couple of broken ribs
and a lot of dismembered limbs
But with these relentless hands with minds of their own
They slowly slid off the steering wheel, already decided
I was ready to let go... (like...totally ready)

And face whatever reality awaits
Blastin' over 80 on gritty-soiled roads
Melting grounds
Sudden headlights beyond each steeps and turns
Would soon but consequently present

Surprised as I was
to realize I had nothing left lose
Nothing to leave behind
Either my life was already done for
Or a new chapter hadn't even started yet
It was an amusing thought
Even more so insane
Was the fact that
I laughed at my own jokes
Despite me being (...in deep ****...)
In the face of ...(idk)... death?

But the only worry that penned it's way
On my blank pages
Was the fact that my dear friend
Buckled next to me
Though the fault was both ours
She wasn't ready to meet the end of her story
Clenching my hands on the wheel
I prayed for no dents on the ride
I prayed for her life
And hoped the cupcakes sitting in the backseat
The ones with extra chocolate icings that her father just gave her a few minutes ago
Would make it just as fine
After a few aggressive twirls and dances
And subsiding close calls
Jesus gave me another chance


...And that is the story of how my mistakes almost killed my friend



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