The Crash by Raymond A. Foss
Clenched knuckles On my steering wheel A red light above me A black pickup - A wall before me
No injuries But totaled Radiator fluid spilled But new brakes Kept me alive
Emptying the car – Flashbacks of a decade before. Of a fatal accident – Blood and brains on the seat Powerful smells of fluids, The lifebloods of the Accord.
Broken cassette covers In my car A parallel to his. Bent plates another Memories burnt Into my mind.
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