It was an accident

I try to explain

My voice veiled

under the sirens' screams


Azure and crimson lights

stain across her smooth, white face.

Firefighters check for damage

Asking how it could have happened.


Just an accident,

I remind them

as I stare at her frame,

cold and silent.


A puncture wound, they tell me

dark liquid spilling on the pavement,

A rainbow on ebony,

Precious as gold.


The smell overwhelms

Permeating the air

Clearing the nostrils

And stinging eyes


The truck speeds away

Towing her with it

Leaving me to follow

her lifeless frame


Just an accident, I repeat

Just a simple gas leak.


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