smoke

the jump in your sternum, that sudden flash of intense fear. your eyes slam shut. you hear the sound: the sound of plastic snapping, glass crushing, steel folding and bending. the groan. the sudden jarring snatch and slam. and then the smell... the smell of smoke. steam, oil. in a sudden instant the whole world goes black. find yourself standing ouside of the mangled debris, looking into the wreckage. the cold rain drizzles on the asphalt. glass is spattered about the roadway, the flashing blue streams about you. and amid the the cold fall rain, warm salt leaks down your face.

imagine the moments above only 60 miles faster ending in a ditch or around a tree or lamp post. the gray sky rolling above you in misty fog.

all the raw cold power of twisted metal a frozen mess around your body, amazing and beautiful.

and again we walk away.