The rambling escapist with clipped wings

Saturday, July 02, 2005

Sweet

You are in the back seat of a car, sitting in the middle seat.
Facing the red yellow lights a-flickering.
Seat belt unbuckled.
The car is driving at a speed of 120km/h.
Have you ever wanted the car to halt to a stop.
And your body would just be flung out like a rag doll.
Skull hitting glass.
The dull thud.
The pretty fracture of glass.
And the body is propelled out far.
The car moves on.
Over your body and drives on.
And you lie.
Motionless.
Smiling on the ground.

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