Distraction I take in a sharp breath; fear rushes cold through my veins The pressure of the air bag punching my chest feels as if it’s bursting I allow my eyes to flutter shut as all sense of gravity is lost to me I’m spinning now: my head snaps to the left as I remember, My sister in the passenger seat next to me I feel sick. We aren’t spinning anymore. She won’t talk. It’s all a daze of sirens and people from there on ~~~~ A Fire Fighter walks past the scene and sees an object Through the cracked screen you can still see the text “Be home soon”, that was never sent
This is a descriptive poem detailing the experience of a teenage girl in a car accident from the first person perspective. It is meant to help people ponder the things they are risking by driving while being distracted.