crush

you were standing there and
I wrapped my self around you,
burning brakes choke the air,
transmission fails and I clutch
at nothing, sheet metal rending
in disastrous cries, glass screams
throwing itself everywhere.
the steady drip of high octane
mingles with crank oil and
a missed place spark, black greasy smoke
and roaring hydrocarbons.
You walk away with out a scratch




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