There’s something burning on the Blackout strip of highway. Light and movement Frozen in a momentary Dance.
Her eyes are wide and full Of the emptiness that Looms before her.
Nothing moves And I step with it, Carefully Through the Shards of suspended glass That slice open the freezing night Air.
Metal is bent and crushed Against itself. But for now, the Ripple of the Fatal shockwave Stands Still.
Her eyes are wide and full Of the light tearing, Imposing Through the windshield Into what remains of her mind.
I feel the moment Of absolute stillness Beginning to slip and I open the Door. Detach her soul with a Kiss gentler Than Life could ever Offer To save her from The crushing mayhem.
Take her into my arms. She Sleeps, as they all do, Her head against my chest. I turn away. I leave the scene of force and Fragility and, with my Only mercy Cradled in my arms, Have no power but to let the Scene behind me Attack itself and Consume.