We were young...and then the crash

In one heartbeat,

thunderous sounds of gleaming black metal

violently slamming, twisting into carnage,,,

shredded spinning ungrounded tires

show all of heaven their dying treads.

Piercing silent screams of dead-set headlights

beseeched help from the illuminated

pines of winter.

In one heartbeat,

silent beseeching brown eyes

stared upwards though the glare

of unforgiving sterile lights

while gloved hands ripped away

bloody remnants from limbs

forever to be as unyielding

as was the now cold twisted metal

In the hours of a heartbeat...

we were young no more.

And so I ran...

ran from the glaring lights

of that unknown beginning

and now, faster still

from the end

with no tears worthy of the pain