A swerve and crumple
the too-low Miata meeting
the steel of a
semi's rear.
top speed impatience
becomes
a mangled massacre
of twisted plastic and metal.
Bone just powder in
a pillow of pink
red-streaked
pulverized flesh.
my jaw agape as I pass too slow-
existential dread is the hand
contorted upward
a few fingers missing
or lost in the mass-
A horn brings me back.
People too late
to care.
I contemplate stopping
but I'm late too-
and there's nothing to salvage
for me here.
Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 11:37 PM UTC
A swerve and crumple
the too-low Miata meeting
the steel of a
semi's rear.
top speed impatience
becomes
a mangled massacre
of twisted plastic and metal.
Bone just powder in
a pillow of pink
red-streaked
pulverized flesh.
my jaw agape as I pass too slow-
existential dread is the hand
contorted upward
a few fingers missing
or lost in the mass-
A horn brings me back.
People too late
to care.
I contemplate stopping
but I'm late too-
and there's nothing to salvage
for me here.
Witnessed a brutal death today. I think I'm still processing, but writing helps. It was disturbing.
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