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Jul 2018
On the road,
                                            she's screaming again,
                                            my face is black and blue.

                                         Fear creeping in.    

                                                 A fist connects to my jaw,
                                                car swerves off the road,
                                         wrapped around a telephone pole.

                                                 air bags deployed,
                                             blood drips down my face,
                                              blaring horn.

                                              Burning, crackling, sizzling.

                                              Smoldering flesh,
                                               turns my gut,
                                               she's trapped.

                                               I see my way out,
                                               save myself,
                                               the car com-busts into flames.
Sometimes we need to let people burn in order to save ourselves.
Written by
Logan
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