by Suzie L Fowler
Friday, December 06, 2002
Print Save Become a Fan
Scenic cruise down a road of gravel,
The same road every day I did travel,
Heading nowhere, a bit too fast,
Chatting about the future and past.
Tried so hard, to slow down for that sharp turn,
But try as I might, I had a lesson to learn.
I remember the phrase that I did shout,
“Holey shit! The breaks are out!”
Thought this was a normal ride,
Until I hit the ditch on the left side.
Spun through the road, lost control,
Knew that we were going to roll.
Saw the glass shatter in out faces,
Watched large areas turn into tiny spaces.
Rolling, twisting, flipping, turning,
Stomach churning, feel flesh burning.
Hear bursting glass, see metal mangled,
In the shattered windshield hair is tangled.
Screams echo through this unrecognizable heap,
Please tell me you’re just asleep!
Soon I hear you start to weep.
I’ve never been one to pray,
But God please tell me they’re all ok,
I don’t want their lives to end this way.
I open my eyes again, I see blood,
Tree limbs, garbage, glass, gravel and mud.
I hear a distinct, and haunting sound,
Fluids leaking on the ground,
Why are you screaming? There’s no one around.
We need to get out now, or our ashes might be found!
Dangling from seatbelts, 2 inches from glass,
Looking up, at the grass.
How to get out of this mangled mass?
I undo my seatbelt, and fall to the roof,
I now completely respect the “seatbelt spoof,”
I know that without it, I’d probably be dead,
I’d have never walked away with a severed head,
At the least we would have bled,
So much that whole gray car would’ve been red.
I feel my head start to spin,
I can’t get out, my door’s smashed in.
I crawl over my friend, out the passenger’s side,
Knowing we’ll never forget this ride.
My friend tries to wiggle free,
But the seatbelt’s wrapped around her body.
I see someone approaching in a truck,
I scream, “Please help, my friend is stuck!”
I look at my car, severely smashed,
I hear someone yell, “Call 911, they’ve crashed!”
My little brother crawled out the window in back,
He had the calmness we women lack .
As for my female friend in front,
We sliced her out to put it blunt.
Much after that is now a blur
I saw the ambulance wheel in with a whir.
To the backboards they strapped us down,
That was the last time I clowned around.