It was down to the skid of that wheel,
and we stopped breathing, as if that’d
bring it to a halt, the tail lights going
misty-eyed, blinked and swallowed up
in the darkness. And we scrambled
out of the way just before it hit a tree
and burst into flame. That tree never
had a hope in hell after that car hit it.
Written for Margo’s Tuesday Tryout.