The Crash

It was slow,

The crunch of the metal,

The small throbbing glow,

It made my eyes start to settle.


Most were just screaming,

A few were ringing up the police,

A couple were even beaming,

But I just wanted the pain to cease.


The glass was like a covering,

The metal was piercing my back,

It seemed as if the car was hovering,

And all of the sudden time started to track.


Red and blue was flashing,

I was being put back together stitch by stitch,

But all I could hear was the crashing,

And it was all because of a switch


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