Streetlights cast long ominous shadows
while leaves start to rise
ever higher until they swarm
around me in dizzying circles.
A sudden flash of headlights shoots by
my hair whips my face frantically;
then metal grunts in a loud, angry crumble
leaving careless trails of shattered glass.
The car in a losing wrestle against one ornery oak
My heart pounds: a relentless drumbeat
car and tree forever etched into my mind
everything, my breath, hangs in the air.
I try to drag my feet towards the car, knowing
the specter of mortality forever just beneath
our seemingly ordinary lives;
sirens wail lamentably moments later.
The Specter

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