The sunset in my rear view mirror sets pine trees ablaze.
Division amongst the heating system spreads majestic warmth about the interior.
Eyes droop from tingling sensation but the road's still clear, the road's still clear.
crash.
The crystalline pieces of glass freeze before they rush at my face, daggers out.
My upper body becomes ball room attire.
Shimmering and shining with tiny crystals.
A red gown sown together with ligaments and nerves.
"I can tell there was an accident here earlier." |