Inside the crumpled metal
and smashed glass
splashed madly with blood,
a life hangs here
in this moment,
this time of fractions,
this place with the sun
refracting off shards
and glistening in the
fuel flowing on the baked
and thirsty ground.

Here a soul so full of
thoughts and life a
moment before, lies at
the critical edge and
waits for a resolution
that may not come.

 

3/2/2024