Each sharp rip of the seatbelt,
throwing my chest into convulsions,
into pain.
The glass breaking,
shattering with an agonising sound.
Rolling,
rolling,
rolling,
until finally,
it stops.
until finally,
it is silent.
Only the sound,
of the motor crackling,
disturbs the night air.
To my left,
A ****** mess lays.
I *****,
Sickened.
My hands,
Clutching the window frame,
Drag my body out of the wreck,
The road is invisible.
Crawling,
gasping for air,
I whisper,
Help.
But there is no answer,
Only the sound of my breathing.