Stalled

stalled she pushed the throttle, her engine roared yet she stood still her mind raced like a couple of teenagers- late at night, pushing pedal to the medal on a lone stretch of beach kicking up dirt, indigo steam pumping out of the exhaust pipes bright’ s on shinning the dark empty roads 1,2, 3, flag is down and she is off- whoosh there she her goes.... 0-80 in one split second wheelies popping, 2 wheels off the ground taking curves in a dangerous manner. out of control yet her body couldn’t move brain zaps, sparks ignited, you could smell the fire smoked apple wood pleasing for a moment then rancid to her senses not translating to make her will move clutch screeched- tires blown out with a thump, flat like a teenagers chest, she knew she was screwed and couldn’t do a damn thing about it she sits as the engine catches on fire see’s the flames but can’t move her brain begins to hurt as she’s clutching the steering wheel. fingers gripping so tight you have to peel her fingers off for her to settle down breath comes in short spurts, body still she has no skills but to talk and charm she has to guide herself, sometimes she can not catch her breath she still cooks and sometimes cleans but always makes sure her daughter is cared for if only the car would move when the throttle is pushed to its max it just stalls it’s battered and taped together so her insides don’t fall out yet the fire in her mind burns, can’t extinguish her thoughts and she is stuck once again