11:18 PM

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The car is eviscerated.

A symphony of grinding,

a chorus of popping,

an aria of exploding,

the sad clapping of hard metal

cutting into soft trees.

Everything is fine.

I climb up the embankment

to see the car.

It's a metal skeleton,

without seats,

without passengers.

I see a hand, my hand

The blood from my chest has

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through my shirt and is

pooling on the virgin snow.

I spin away.

This cannot be happening.

Please wake up!

It's cold.

My breath should smoke.

It doesn't.

Wake up!

But I can't.

I don't.

It isn't long after that the sirens come. 

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