High School: Second Place

Muffled tones of music are heard.

Rain hits like daggers.

Car goes 55 miles per hour.

It thunders, clashes of lighting strike.

Words were never spoken.

Cars race by, words are still.

The sky looks dark and moronic.

Crazy as it sounds.

Seems as if God and The Devil are in a contradicting conversation.

Fate; Is that fate? Trying to rob my mother from me?

The unnamed spirit is scary.

Truthfully mean, disgusting.

The car turns hit’s a curb,

Slides off the street.

Sown through the woods.

BOOM! And there it was, It was over,

The car dented, busted and tore apart.

It was dark, raining, silent, dead at the scene

And never heard again.

by

Sherry Lynn Hutchins