Fleeting And With Vague Reference To Memory, Her Vision
Ruptures and Blurs: All The Lines Seamlessly Creasing
Onto One And Other. The Air Tastes So Much Sweeter When
Machines Pump the Air In And Out For You.
- Don't Even Have To Remember To Breathe -
Tedium Enslaves The Mindset, and Causes The Irrational To
Hemorrhage Fourth, Displacing Any Emotional Grounding, And
Eradicating Any Sense of a Self Obtained Freedom
- Sleep My Sweet... Sleep -
Twisted Metal Splayed Across The Concrete, The Haunting
Horrific Sound of Sparks Generated By The Rapid Deceleration.
Only The Front Seats Remained Intact As The Frames Crumpled
Under The Tremendous Pressure. The Dread Comes Before The
Gripping Fear, The Acknowledgement of Impact Forces The
Hands To Curl Up Into Fists and Squeezes The Sweat from
Tightening Palms. Time Rushes To a Stop, and The High Pitched
Screams, Become Disturbingly Deep Rumbles.
- It Hit The Back Harder -
Onset Bewilderment as a Result of the Fear. She Moves Her Hand
From The Bed, and Touches The Skin On Her Dads Wrist.
- He Stokes Her Hand Gently With His Thumb -
"Abigail" He Whispers, His Cheeks Stained With The Inevitability.
- His Hope For Her Had Withered -
Destiny is The Harshest Mediator of Time and Regret,
Yet It Presented Her With No Answers. She Struggles
Intricately For The Reasoning of The Event,
Never Fully Understanding Where She Was
Going, And Why She Was Going Alone.
- Her Words Stifled By Mucus -
Caressing Her Head and Stroking Her Hair,
He Let The Warm Liquid Stream Down His Face.
It Made Snail Silver Lines When Reflected
Light Shimmered Through It. He Held Tight,
Delicately Supporting Her Neck.
- And Laying Her Down -
- He Kisses Her Forehead -
- "Goodbye My Sweet" -