The death crackling from behind
burning wood, soil and twine.
Smoke smothering the now gray sky,
left abandoned, she cannot fly.
The creatures that lurked cry
as they say good…bye.

Clear as a tear,
the fire gets closer to her rear.
Looking at her out his rear,
he drives off a pier.

The family falling franticly,
Screaming, crying, and praying.
SPLOOSH
four undriveable wheels spin
as four bodies die

She starts to burn, roar,
get taken over.
For he loved her
like rain does clouds,
She loved him the same.
He and she were not meant to be.
He is the car and she is the house.