Collision (Why I Write)
Location
Life hits you like a drunk driver
Careening wheels, splintered glass, beyond your control
As you lie between holocaustic metal viscera
Strewn about the black asphalt
You watch the lights dance before your eyes
You imagine a thousand eyes bursting into golden tears
The air is weeping, melting copper glass
Walls pooling, viscous honey yellowing your fingers
Those walls disappear, your reality stretches
Beyond the last edge where
The road chokes and
The sky bleeds black into the earth
Where is the night?
You think as the lights come closer,
Blurred faces, visions like water swirling down an invisible drain
The narrative of memory
Serrated, unforgiving, teeth sinking into flesh
Perforated mesh
Where your imagination filters through the wholes
Steels fragments of that universe of lights, that universe more beautiful than the one peeling away from you now
And stitch you a quivering new skin
Unfolding, flowering through your fingertips
As they grip the black pen