guns4jesus wrote:
Lovecrash
He lay back;
Contours of his body indifferent
To the ground.
Blood-petrol kissed at the back of his throat.
Shards of glass tearing deep into his skin.
To the bone.
His face reflecting in a wing mirror.
He saw her.
She lay still;
A thousand dead miles had driven through her.
She was cold.
Glass fragments found iris in a blue eye.
Steering wheel dead in her shattered body.
It took her.
The windscreen shattered; her face mosaic.
All over
--
martin
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