Shattered Glass

My stomach is upside down, resting
uneasy on the roof of the salmon pink Corsa,
the pounding of adrenaline in my fingertips -
it takes a while for me to take it in

It's me, strapped in and immobilised
One, two, and a half...
My ears sting from the sound of glass, and I can't feel my legs.

Silence.

After an eternity, I feel the life
flood into me, escaping through the tears I'm holding back.
My voice feels trapped, I'm trapped, and then he moves.

I hear him speak, I feel his arm rest around my shoulders
Releasing me from this nightmare, the shattered glass in my hands
Blood drips from his wrist and I have a white hot iron
Dragging itself down my spine.

I need to get out

I swing the car door open, my shaking finger tips clasping
and I feel the shards of glass nip at my skin
Burying beneath my flesh

This is happening too fast

The flash of silver that had penetrated my eye sight only moments ago
Left abandoned on the other side of the dual-carriageway

How am I still standing?

A man's voice, not his, but a stranger
Reassures me I am okay
But I can feel the shattered nerves down my spine
Seeping with fear, and I cannot help myself.

Sobbing seems the best thing right now, but then I remember
the blood seeping from a pale white wrist, but his pale blue eyes
The eyes I have come to love so much
Just stare down at me, flat and cold with worry

How did we get into this mess?

Sirens, the smell of latex - I feel claustrophobic.

The body board, the neck restraint, I feel trapped
Suddenly I feel everything all over again
Those five seconds, the shattered glass in my ear

A pair of purple socks rest where I did only moments ago.

Funny, they were in the back seat before.

Wake up!

The feeling of a rollercoaster in my stomach, paralysing my body
I am pulled from our nightmare by your deep breaths
Your snoring reminds me that you are the reason I am still standing.

My back hurts, my spine bruised and my fractured rib hurts
As I inhale enough to relax, the bed sheets sticking to my sweat.

Five terrifying seconds left us hanging on the roof,
and I shiver as I count again... one, two, and a half
Two and a half times our world was spun upside down in your salmon pink Corsa

I feel sick, pale and the sound of glass
Will haunt me until my eyes grow heavy.

I have no more tears left to cry, but the adrenaline
Reminds me of every single detail
Of how we crashed, and a part of me died.