the sirens wailed like newborn babies
the chilly night nipped at her nose
a hungry dog snapping its teeth
around her
it refused to relinquish its
h o l d o n h e r
the tires squealed like pigs
(oh newt, forgive me for being such a fool)
gaining on her, it felt as though
life simply blinked out of her
left with but a emotionless husk
the speed never dropped below fifty
a bump, a push, in the wrong direction
engendered a veer to the right
the guardrails weren't a match
for the behemoth rolling through them
the truck whined as she attempted
to wrench herself from the front seat
flashlights illuminated her face and
(mr. tegmark? it looked like him, almost)
the cops stared, melancholy draped over their faces