Trapped behind the wheel,

her hands glued to ten and two.

Right foot frozen on the break,

telling herself to just let it go

but she can’t.

 

All she can see is 

water rushing in 

trapping and choking,

flames burning 

anything and everything. 

 

All she can hear is 

ear-splitting screams,

sirens wailing, 

and the deafening of 

glass shattering.

 

All she can feel is 

never-ending panic, 

the rush of 

terror in her veins,

and overwhelming guilt. 

 

The thought of whether 

or not she will crash 

and burn today is her 

constant partner in

the passenger seat 

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