C U 25

Aleksei S

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Two cold iron loops snap upon my wrists While lurid red, route 25 glows, There she lies, absolutely statuesque, Awaiting retribution for a doze. And why shouldn’t she, she deserves more life, More than the 25 years she had dwelt, To love, to marry and become a wife. Or whatever she may have planned for herself. I should have pulled over to check that text, But I had 25 minutes to drive. Now 25 years I’ll have to reflect Why though one lives and another survives Two lives are ended in just two seconds, She’s dead and for me a jail cell beckons.


Description

It’s a shakespearean sonnet about the problems and consequences of distracted driving.