Crash

Crash

The drips are fascinating

Blossoming red roses of color

On a slate grey roof liner

Dazed and confused I admire the redness of the blossoms

And I wonder why

I hear a banshee screaming and hollering

From right next to me

Loud and piercing, the scream eats into my brain

I think it is my wife

And I wonder why

The front windshield is a spider web of cracks

So fine and delicate

Spread across the glass

I can see the brown earth through the web

And I wonder why

Releasing my seatbelt

I fall as an apple falls from the tree

Hitting the roof

I crumble

And I wonder why

My door is stuck

A few donkey kick and it opens

Barely

And I wonder why

Upon exit

I notice the rubber side is pointing up like a dead bug

And I wonder why

The screaming ends

The fog of confusion lifts

Suddenly I know why

The other car came at us from the side

A ship appearing out of the murk,

It was suddenly there

Hitting us like a ton of bricks

Our vehicle rolled over

As a bowling ball rolls over when thrown

My nose had a meeting with the steering wheel

The beautiful red blossoms was my blood leaking from my schnoz

The banshee screams

Came from my better half

Letting out her fear and anxiety

The collision happened in the blink of an eye

Before my brain could process the event

The rollover caused turmoil and confusion

Turmoil that was eased by awareness of the situation

It was over

We were safe

Our car looked like a wrecking ball

Had landed on it

Life went on

© Phil Renaud 2015