It started with a choice
Left or right,
A flick of the wrist
Indicator flashing
Choice made
Simplest of decisions
Time didn’t stop
it fractured.
One heartbeat stretched
into a thousand frames
each one a frozen echo
of what was just before.
The headlights bloomed
like twin suns
in the wrong lane.
A horn screamed—
not warning,
but mourning.
And then:
the world let go.
Gravity forgot its script.
The wheel spun from my hands
like a bird startled mid-flight.
Glass petals burst
in slow, shimmering arcs,
a garden of shrapnel
growing in the air.
I saw my own face
reflected in the windshield
not afraid
just aware.
This was the moment.
The hinge.
The split.
No rewind.
No edit.
Only forward,
into whatever came next.
And in that breathless hush
between impact and aftermath,
I understood,
I would never be
the person I was
a second ago.
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Liz Burton
writing for fun and just giving it a go
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Oh no, I hope this isn't your own experience and that you're okay 🥺 Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️