a pack of shadows feeding on the sole surviving scrap of light **
the headlights hurry ahead as if making up the road for the fleeing car
the body in the back shifted from side to side let out a groan at each turn
"Ah come on!" she smiled "...only a flesh wound...lost a lot of blood" "Ughhh...agggh" said the body
"Look brother...if I wanted you dead I would have killed you!"
the world rushed by everything moving quickly into the past
"I wanted you alive so that you could really know I was going to ****** you!"
her voice was calm her crimson pout barely holding back the bitterness
"Jail was no laugh!" she laughed her voice like broken glass
"So, you thought you'd leave the little lady in the lurch ...did you!"
consciousness kept dipping in and out of my reality she dipped her lights
the car sped on throwing the road over its shoulder
a cop car approached us disappeared into the night
somewhere her voice was talking her words were like ghosts
"Oh I want you babeeee to die nice and slow . . .& know!"
"I call it due process I want you to see your life slipping slowly away from you!"
trees lurched after the car trying to grasp...gasp I was going to die
the car screeched to a halt she looks in mirror...applies makeup
somehow she managed to get me into the driver's seat "Boy..." she laughed ". . .your a dead weight!"
"Here babeee...have a last drink!" she poured the whole bottle all over me
"Hey...hey..." I stupidly thought "That's my favourite ***!"
she let off the handbrake the car almost tip toed to the edge of the precipice
the car tottered a bit unsure of whether it should take the plunge
finally the car made up its mind went for it
"Enjoy your drive ...to hell!" she smirked lighting another cigarette
"Bye bye bâtard!" she smiled using the French
the car tumbling like a toy then the explosion lightning up the horizon
she redid her lipstick "*******!" she cursed "I got a ladder in my new tights!"
Yeah...the ghosts of his past have come back to haunt him...one ghost is Jane Butler and she's very real and very mad and wants to make a ghost of him....who is Jane Butler and what is she to him and him to her...guess we'll never find out unless the words hijack my mind once more and hold my sleep to ransom.