Crash

   Metal everywhere.

In the air, the ground, my skin, my breath.

Glass flying like tiny snowflakes, a beautiful painting surrounded by dirt.

Metal churning, every second a lifetime.

The ground, no the sky, no the ground, I'm spinning.

I'm scared, mommy I'm scared, mommy I'm small, mommy I'm 6 again and I just fell off my bike, mommy where are you.

I'm flying now, like when I was 4 and my uncle would pick me up on his shoulders and I felt like the biggest strongest hero in the world.

I'm still flying. Am I flying? Where am I? Why won't it stop?