It wasn’t my fault
Her brake lights never came on. Her car didn’t smoke or bleed like mine- what did she have to complain about? The only indication I had was a screech of tires and the yelp of the bumper she hit- I only really remember that my hood crunched up like an empty bag of chips. That day made a smoothie out of sleep-deprivation and head injuries during my one second of ignorance and the carelessness of the woman who didn’t put her panic-lights on and maybe if I hadn’t played the CD you burnt me The voodoo you put on the disk wouldn’t have made me crash. It wasn’t my fault my phone rang. It wasn’t my fault I hadn’t slept. It wasn’t my fault, what was I suppose to do?