It starts as a shadowy night with steady drizzle
suddenly growing into an ugly monster of a downpour;
heavy, dark clouds form
an angry committee high above the skies,
higher than any human eye or man-made lens could capture
And on this night
swarms of cars race down
rain-slicked roads
narrowly avoiding potholes, speed bumps and puddles the size of
muddy oceans
Raindrops beat angrily against wound up windows and windscreens,
drunken drivers pursue one another
bumper to bumper;
they are something like daredevils,
something like maniacs and boogeymen
doped on drugs and psychedelics — little red pills swallowed minutes before
they switched gears from park to zig-zagging between lanes
The lines blur when Vodka and coke are coursing through you,
numbing your senses to the point that you do not see
the spindly body of a seven-year-old dart across your inebriated purview
What is it they say about 20/20 vision failing you
in your last-ditch attempt to slam and brake
to the side but below the bridge is an abyss of swirling waves, mermaids,
and slippery reptilians dying to devour human blood
In a split second
your life has changed
and you know it.
