Crash

In what seems to be a perpetual tail-spin
Everything is reeling by in a distorted version of slow motion.

Impact after impact, every gnarled branch cuts into bruised flesh
Every windshield shatters violently against beautiful faces
Wheels turning
Acrid smoke
Guttural pleas
Something wretchedly redundant
Like a fucking Rihanna song
Shines bright like a diamond
In an infernal, infinite repetition

Blind momentum
Is far less frightening
Than
Impending
Inertia.

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