I saw a blur before it happened
and then the dull crushing of bones filled my ears.
The frame of metal splitting the surface of my skin
and darkness cloaking it all
as if the truth of it could be hidden.
A blinking message that was never sent,
still mocked me from her cell phone
on the blood infused seats,
” See you soon.”
They never heard from her again.
And I, I saw them at her funeral.
Thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts in the comments below. I was just thinking about the tragedy that is texting/using cell phones while driving and how many lives it really does claim. I really hope that this may help those of you who may do this realise how dangerous it really is and how in an instant everything can change.
” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”