I want to write but it hurts too much and I slow down.
My engine sputters and my breathe slows.
the wheels screech and my lips part.
a piercing sound like no other
a deafening sound which fills my ears like cotton
burning my mind, like the fire sparking at the wheels
the weight tips me over
and the metal hub crashes
covering the terrible sound of sirens wailing in the distance
the rumble of the earth, the beating of my heart
it causes a great catastrophe
it is over. She is gone. I am dead.
They are too late. The damage is done.
We created a train wreck.
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