Radio had nothing good on
Seventy
Rear lights of lorry
Like the unprotected sun
holding me back
Ready to overtake
It happened, something unforeseen.
The air resounded a tumultuous blast,
What I thought was a tire tore past,
It fluttered through the air and cracked onto my windscreen.
The lorry rose like the smoke of the burning petrol, leaking from its tanks.
The cab swaying over me,
Glistening as it fell before me.
Thunder boomed.
The mountain split and rolled, smoke exuded out.
Too fast,
But the gap,
Just wide enough,
To fit my car through
The lorry and its car apart
The engine, an army.
The crunch of metal, a thunderclap.
