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My nightmares recall the screech of those brakes but not the message.
That boom invading my body as all disintegrated around me.
I dream emerging from the darkness regaining my consciousness.
Enveloped in the nausoius odour of blood and fumes within that car.
Reliving the agony of of my distorted now inactive unfeeling limbs.
Reenacting vomit to awaken me and again linger in my mouth until help comes.
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The Biggest Competition Ever 2017 - Volume 2 (Weeks 6-10)
ŞiirWelcome to Poets Pub's 2nd Annual Biggest Competition Ever - Volume 2. This is a 10 week marathon of poetry contests. Each week we present you with a new poetry challenge, new prompt and new style. Are you up for the CHALLENGE!
