Late
Weightless
Is the sensation that now grips my bowels
Trapped in this mangled metal frame
As it spirals through the night’s humid air
It is amid this moment of weightlessness
That I wonder
If this would be the last time
The last time I could
Feel
The pain from my severed limb
Cleaved off by the dashboard
Smell
The sent of my lover's shirt
That floated past the rim of my nose
See
A whirlwind of vibrant colors
That blurred brightly together outside the windows
Taste The metallic blood that poured out
From my ruptured organs
Hear
The sounds of shattering glass
And grinding metal
I wondered if it was too late
Too late to
Ask
My mother for forgiveness
For all of the torment I put her through
Tell
My dad that I loved him
Even though he was never there
Believe
That there was a God
Who could save me
In this brief moment in time
I realized It was my last
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