The Minute of the Car Crash
Thoughts speed racing
through my head.
Engine exhaust caught
in my throat.
Hands gripping the
steering wheel firmly.
Screeching of the tires
in my ears.
Random papers from
the glove compartment
scattered about the floor.
My world is skidding.
I'm almost out of gas.
Windshield wipers scraping
without rubber.
Transmission
slipping.
Telephone poles
like a toothpick
fence whizzing by.
Flashing lights
through the windshield.
When will it stop!
When will it stop!
How about now?
Copyright © Kelly Page | Year Posted 2019
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