The crash
Brake lights lit, smoking wheels, Halted tires screech and squeal, Thoughts flash through my head. Rear-ended, in the dark, Panic steers into my heart, I should have stayed in bed.
Brake lights lit, smoking wheels, Halted tires screech and squeal, Thoughts flash through my head. Rear-ended, in the dark, Panic steers into my heart, I should have stayed in bed.