My eyes count the striped white lines
In the middle of the street.
I speed and the lines zoom by faster.
Making my eyes shake
Unable to count anymore,
They become a solid line.
My foot accelerates on the pedal.
Into the blended gray color of the road.
Full speed ahead.
I lift my eyes.
I am driving faster than ever.
Then I am not driving anymore.
I hear the faint furious beeps of a crashed car.
My crashed car.
My eyes surrender finally,
As a liquid comes over my eyelids as gentle
As a feather.