The Crash

I can't see five feet past us
On the road we drive on.
Carefully, intently, I lean close to the dashboard
Just waiting for the road to curve
Or another car to spring out of the mist.

It seems there is nothing but us
On the road we drive on.
At times, Shadows Peak unexpectedly
And narrow objects dart at us like jaguars
ready to bang into us as I try to avoid the obstacles.

Tighter, my hand grips the wheel tighter.
Perspiration drips down my face
Post trauma putting my heart on stimulants.
Hunched behind the wheel, I await the next swerve
Peaking at you when I feel it's safe enough.
In the passenger seat, you are not afraid.
You've come out of rides like this before unscathed.
But I feel as if this is my first time.

Commonly, I make turns too sharp
And ram my Chrysler into some barrier.
But luckily, it only leaves a dent
Or enough for me to survive on.

And now, these felines darting at us
Are becoming more and more.
Spots and shapes blurring together
Making it harder for me to ensure safety.
They kick up dust as the mist thickens
Clogging my lungs, suffocating me.
Grains and ash burning into my throat.
Searing cuts without blood as proof of their existence.

And through this pain, I beg God
To let us arive at the end of this road alright.
All my eyes tear with this mustard gas
And I'd be dead now if it wasn't for the desperation of your safety.

More obsticles require more carefule stearing
And what a time for my wheel to no longer listen!
My car has a soul of its own
and I no longer hold control.
How our car remains on wheels is a mystery
As we are knocked into from left and right.
My heart speeds even faster from anxiety.
As if my own vehicle
would dare swerve off this road without MY permission!

Panic, incinerating air, chaos
My seat belt has come undone.
Now, this car runs without air bags.
And through the mist of this inferno,
I dare steal a glance at you.
When has my steering wheel fallen into your hands?
I feel nothing between my fingers and palms but sweat.

My vision blurs and slowly clears again
To reveal you in the driver's seat and me in the passenger's.
Gripping in my hands photos of sunny days
As you are guarded by countless buckles
All which encircle you like starving serpents.

And in this demise, I see my own belt
Safely protecting you as if its life's ambition.
I remain unprotected, and even nude
As you skid sloppily and make bare misses.
"Please let me hold the wheel!" I try to scream,
But the gasses around us have already burnt out my voice. 
My side of the car beaten and bloodied,
Rammed into by the camouflage of fur.
Windows caving in, a spiked seat swallowing me up.

Not even allowed safety in the comfort of my own vehicle,
Dilated, my eyes stare out widely, past the cracked windshield

Just waiting for us to crash.