The accident

I have'nt been in an accident.

The Accident


Every squeal of the brakes
send a chill down my spine
i see a broken body
mine
The screeching of the brakes
the ugly thud
the smell of oil
the blood
the desire to shout
the strangled voice
the murderous silence
the deafening noise
the excuriating pain
the perpetual numbness
the plaster casts
the sling harness
the red flowers
the formic smell
the evanesent dreams
the glimpses of hell
every push on the wheelchair
the hourly chime
a hope of being well again
the mind races back in time