Name: Elina Hale
From: Bonaire, GA
Votes: 0
It’s
8 pm on Main Street.
The streetlights illuminate the stuffy
night
The restless race down the winding highways,
Wanting to
get out of this deadbeat town.
Out on Main Street,
Sirens fill
the evening sky.
She was killed almost instantly,
Cracks in
her skull and smashed legs
match the crumbled front of her
Prius.
The police think that the diver ahead
Suddenly
braked
and she couldn’t react fast enough.
Her
boyfriend
is crying on the intersection of Main and Eighth.
He
was asking her about where to eat dinner
When time came to a halt.
This all aired on the 11 pm news;
The two newscasters
express their condolences
Before moving on to cute pet pictures
from Facebook.
I sit there on the couch in the living
room,
Lost in thought.
I ran a red light the other week-
Too
lost in an argument to even notice.
It’s kind of ironic-
We’re
so afraid of growing wings
When being on the ground kills so
many.
My mother
Long before I was born
Got into a bad
accident
She remembers
her father
in the ambulance with
her
as it raced through the busy streets of Tokyo.
