Your eyes glance down towards the car floor.

You take too long of a blink.

You see headlights.

The brightness consumes you.

You feel your seat belt tighten against your chest.

You take a deep breath, but seek air without prevail.

There you remain seated, but where have you gone?

Head On

I can still hear it: the sirens, the screaming, someone calling my name as if I were dreaming,

but everything was real: the tremendous pain, the electrical shock, the carmine stain

that had once trickled down my old polo shirt

from a gash in my throat now covered in dirt–

causing me to question what had happened in the crash,

for my life became a blur in a sudden flash.