Accident
the wind blows & the car tumbles like a leaf;
drifting, forced by a speeding bullet
cracking, twisting, breaking, bending
this machine, once safe;
becomes a chamber of death
pulling, grabbing, reaching, holding;
this memory oh so haunts me
a hidden wound, now faded scar
remind me then, why i fear
ringing ears & distorted shapes
become me; overwhelm me
panic, panic- someone's hurt;
fear gripped, sore, fury girl
this event has changed my world
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