When Death Brushes Your Shoulder

11/24/2008 02:14:00 AM ·

Rushing, running, and on my way out
briskly shouting as I head for my house
the chef said leave as she new I had a plan
a house full of guests waiting for ham

It was on my mind
as I drove down the road
stressing over and over
to an outcome unknown

of know where a shutter
a green beast of metal
grazed the moving bolt
and out went the heat and into the cold

Round and round went the tires
tipping over and over until the car gave out
the frame was destroyed
and I started to shout

A flash of light as I sat like a ghost
a moment of extreme sadness
as I reached for my coat

Shivering with fear and tears never stopped
a brush of death on my shoulder
a night I'll never re-live.

Written by Lauren Axelrod

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