Boom
Breath breath.
Because the car that will cause the accident is being made now.
Crackling in that warehouse.
Shine all over.
I am able to predict the future.
Of car accidents and not much else.
Severed.
I wish it was.
Know stuff like the breathlessness that happens all the time, striking, premonitions.
Premonitions but I only need one.
I passed out from that crunch in my neck.
From that jolt.
I never drove again, you just don’t.
But three weeks later I was a passenger.
Sitting on the wrong side of- boom.
Just because you don’t drive?
Doesn’t mean people don’t go anywhere anymore.
We’re the travelers.
And the pit stops aren’t our own.
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