LOU RASMUS

There’s a car at
The top of a hill,
Speeding towards
An intersection
Where the light
Just turned yellow
And then going
Even faster still,
Like it’s on a
Mission to kill,
Like it’s a metal
Bullet made for evil.
Then the light turns red,
And other cars start passing
Through the intersection…
This car is going to fucking crash,
It’s going to happen, just like that,
And then my eyes open,
And I slam on the brakes,
“Shit!” I shout, but
I’m already too late.