The music cranked to max to stimulate your tired mind
and the windows down, so the air can wake your drooping eyes.
The reflection of the fading lines help your dead beat brain
concentrate on the signs and asphalt that rushes past you,
but it’s not enough.
Sleep takes control, as your worn pickup begins to make its journey
across the line that separates life from death.

You awaken, and broken glass covers your shattered body,
but the shock and adrenaline blankets you in a cloud of numbness.
You drag yourself out of the wreckage, blood covers the ground,
and you see her.
Her mouth is open; eyes wide, lifeless.
Panic corners you, and you don’t know what to do,
so you sit against your crushed truck,
and wait for the sirens that will seal your fate.