Why Cant I Die
She heard the screeching of the tires
And she knew she had pulled right in front of this car.
She shut her eyes, waiting for the crash.
Her next thought was her best friend.
It was her birthday.
I am dying on Marianne’s birthday! Crap!
The crash never came.
She looked to her right.
The sports car had left his tires all over the road.
Smoke was coming out from under his car.
She could not see the driver.
His windows were too darkly tinted.
She continued through the intersection.
This was her fifth car wreck where she expected to be dead.
Her heart was beating fast.
Just like the other times.
Why can’t I die? She asked God.
I deserved to.
But the answer is yet to come.
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