(no subject)
Boom.
The sound of two large objects colliding.
A young girl runs outside, to witness two cars conjoined as one.
3 numbers dialed.
A child’s voice, screaming.
“There’s a car crash, corner of joan drive and little tor. COME QUICK.”
One women, lying on the pavement, dead.
The pool of blood that surrounded her,
streamed towards the gutter,
as if it had just rained red water.
The other car, had become its own sculpture.
It had lost its normal form, becoming a V,
and inside was a young woman, very close to losing her life.
The wailing of the ambulance was a
sound never to be forgotten.
A loud shrieking sound, that easily
covered the sobs coming from the young girl.
The black sheet, covering the poor women on the street,
a sight never to be forgotten.
And once the wailing stopped,
all you could hear was the sobbing.