everything is as pristine as a car crash. all i hear is the scrape of my pleading. all i see is the immaculate bleeding while the stuck horn blares. i am laying in a pattern of graceful swirls of the shattered glass embedded in my body.
i feel my pulse weakening and i wonder at the calm that settles over me, over as quickly as it began.
ghost
Well, I, for one, hope that an ambulance comes soon.