My Crash With Life

Belching behemoth, smoking crazy dragon ran amok, bore down a scream in slowest motion through the side-window frame. Lunatic bulk filled my vision, inlaid with chrome teeth, huge black melting tyres... and some bearded midget trapped fearful, already shell-shocked white, under toasted glass. Time...stopped. An instant. Then impact exploded a Krakatoa roar, a spin, a dizzying waltzer fandango; destruction bit a crunch, the genocide of metal wrought by metal. I knew I was dead. Stars and black tar nausea flatlined in my head. The world blew out like a candle. Oh, my children, then seen, faces tortured, twisted, screaming "Dad! Dad!" Lightbulb filaments and shatterproof tears, flooded their grieving eyes. In a sea of brake fluid and gasoline, I reached for them, shouting "Hold me! Hold me! Don't let me go without a kiss!" And my hold went, my fingernails torn out as the current ripped me asunder. Later (how long?) a ghost draped in a moth eaten blanket, sat beside the surreal scrap heap of wreckage and despair, winking on and off in the blue and red siren flash. I knew I wasn't dead. Came the tears. I wished that I was.