Elisha Makel Lynn Written: Spring 2003
Chased Turning around, A speeding bus. It's coming after us, no, it has caught us, and two other cars. Fiberglass and metal tangling together like siblings fighting. Glass flies as wild as a caged bird being freed. Glass in my hair. Oh God! It's everywhere! Blood-stained clothes from the cut in the back of my head, Broken bones, bruises, and lost memories. Our truck is an accordian; No use saving it now. We CAN'T pay the hospital bills, Bill collectors suffocate us. WE CAN'T GET AWAY! But it's only the endless chase with reality.
DEDICATION: This poem is dedicated to my mother, Frances Rader. When I was 10 years old, my mother and I were rear-ended by a city bus on our way home. My mom's neck was broken, and I got staples in the back of my head. I have never been so scared. I thought I was about to lose my mother. So, this is to you mom, I love you, and be safe.
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