What Happened Was an Accident

Maria B.

Maria B.

Mystic
The street shrinks. The car
turns left, and cigarette smoke
reveals a problem; no one is in the back,
and the driver’s seat is a charred void,
almost an invitation to non-existence.
The headlights can’t dispel
the terror you feel at this moment.

So why are you still falling?
Are you ready to wake up now?
 
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