Spinning circles contained silence.
Potential carnage, gore, and violence.
180…360…gaurd rail scraping 540.
Eye contact. Adrenaline. Fear.
Brake skid. Uncontrolled. Drear.
I, Langr, Oliver, Donavan, Diogo: stunned.
In the dark, the car backwards, divided, totaled: done.
“We need to get out. Let’s use the sun roof.”