On a Highway to Hell
The humidity is thick, and sticky. My clothes cling to me desprately.
For a moment I felt invicible; laughing; loving; living.
In the instant it takes to blink I felt everything change.
I felt my heart fall to my stomach, clinching. Oh God.
In the dead thickness of traffic on the highway 401 east I turned my head.
A transport truck approaching from behind with little intention to stop.
I can't bear to watch so I quickly turn my gaze to the front,
my ears are filled with the piercing screams of the driver
and we are aggressively thrusted forward from an abbrasive bump.
I can't believe how lucky I am to live.
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