CRASH

It was more than just a crash.

Count on those blessings.

The seat belt clung to me like it needed a new home.

Like my chest was it's escape and it new no other path.

And I welcomed it.

Wlecomed it with open arms because who the hell was I to reject a a hug.

A sweet embrace in the moment of disaster.

I lost my M&MS.

They flew somewhere between the cusions and the street.

A sweet taste of life.

I called my mom and told her there'd been an accident.

Blessings comes in hugs, or wasted M&MS.

And lives not lost when cars collide.

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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