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Feb 2007
1:28 AM CST
   

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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