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Seatbelts Twisting

I took a turn and got myself lost off a dead end
The brakes gave out  
Jammed all at once  
 
We're hittin 30 miles and cruising  
I find pot holes  
So damn many,  
  Breaks in the asphalt  
    Junk and litter lie around  
   They shutter as I pass crusing at 45  
 
Rerouting  
Rerouting  
 
We're approaching a steep decline  
   We still have a few miles  
       Keep coasting.. I see it  
  Don't take me back there  
      My head feels like fog lights  
I can't breathe there  
          
    Headlights don't work there  
      
 
Slam the brakes  
  Reflex
They're shot  
       We left a trail of fluid  
I see it now in the rear view  
 
Our speed picks up  
    We broke 50 about half a second ago  
  Rev to 74  
Groans like hell  
I can't see anything infront of me  
 
The heat won't turn off  
         Every valve in the engine is clogged  
Rerouting  
The speed picks up  
Rerouting  
 
     Pot hole  
We made air that time  
We're at 102 in seconds  
Emergency brake  
 
Snap  
No no  
I think it's working  
    Swallow it down  
55  
36  
24  
22  
16  
12  
Fumes release  
Burning my eyes  
My lungs  
Can't catch my breath  
     It unclogged  
We're moving  
      The accelerators pinned  
  45  
    68  
  97  
120  
Critical heat  
The rear view is black  
   We have been here before  
I took out that sign a while back  
Crushed  
 
Theres marks on the road  
Leading elsewhere  
Dead ends  
     145  
The steering wheel is shaking  
My hands  
   Wet leather gloves  
Pot  
Hole  
 
Our tire caught the road  
   Convulsion  
Twisting against metal  
       One distinct sound  
 
  GPS signal lost  
   Connection lost  
 
     The tire rod snapped  
Drivers side critical  
 
  The world's upside down  
 
Theres glass on the road  
Around me  
    My face is warm  
Wet  
Hot  
Dripping  
My heads spinning  
 
            The air bag didn't deploy this time.  
Did our seat belt snag-  
Written by soullessexpression (I--)
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Author's Note
This is a bit different from my usual work, this one takes a metephoric form. Its about a downward sprial and how even if your trying other methods to stop it, your still moving.
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