The Quickness of the car crash

The Quickness of the car crash

Torn black-space half-filled with
broken looks of ugly children
Yearning for lonely mothers
Who spit at the graves of some lost prospect
Their tears lining the children's forelocks.

Outside, dust trails of one-legged rabbits
line the sides of a never-paved road
the gray slimes of insect remains
sprayed upon shards of a shattered windshield.

Inside, child's crying eyes that speak of end
a tale that only children could understand, a face of
red-black salt lines telling countless tragedies.

Time is quick as a spry hare's jump
so soon, almost before it has begun

The end all comes too quick.


Note: I got the idea of making a 5-4-3-2-1 line poem since they seemed interesting. The form really has nothing to do with what happens in this poem, but I did like how this came out. It has a dark remorseful feeling as well as several bizarre images. A final note: "car crash" is intentionally not capitalized, but Quickness is.

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