headlights

a poem based upon my nightmares following a car accident

its dark

why wont someone turn on the lights 

my palms are sweaty 

and this isnt my kind of ride

taillights red on the pavement

the light says stop 

but you see go

lights over my shoulder

fireworks of glass

illuminated by the deafening sound of metal crunching

like nails on a chalkboard

your lights are all i see

will you be the death of me?

Reviews

[I Am Svetlana]

Such a striking poem that brought back memories to me when I got in my first car accident with my boyfriend back in January. It wasn't anything serious (we happened to get backed into by a milk truck on a main road), but I remember having such high anxiety after that & having trouble sleeping. It's like every time I would close my eyes, the whole scene would just replay over & over and wouldn't stop until I opened them. Some scary stuff, but I understand how it can be so traumatizing to someone...anyway, beautiful write & the imagery really made it come to life, like a flashback. Very powerful.