both hands on the steering wheel
direct impact
no hands on the steering wheel
no hands
steering wheel into flesh
the soft
then the crushing
crushing of ribs
an explosion
an exhalation of breath, lungs
lungs pushing
pushing the heart upward outward
no more breath
no more heart
no more air
no more blood
blood everywhere crushed now
I know what it feels like to love

Photo Credit: A.P. Cook


Busy, busy, boy in red 
But I’m swifter still 

Get my demise in your head 
Think to be my pill

Do you dream I’ll give my all
To your damnedest plan

This Dark Friday caused your fall
My The Great I Am