Traffic (completed in Eng 270)

Traffic on a cold December night,
A blizzard unlike any other.
So cold I can’t utter a word
With my hoarse voice,
All I can do is watch the vapor
Rise from my freezing body.
Suddenly a ripple of bangs
In the freeway as cars skid
And collide.
Black ice.
I lose control and wave
Helplessly across the chalky
Smooth granite, not even
Salt could save me now.
I disappear over the cliffs edge
And snowball into an abyss.
I offer a deposit to God
To save me one last time.
A snow covered plant brings my
Smoke filled car
To a halt.
The nose of
My car seems to
Be trapped.
Trapped in the ceiling of
A residents kitchen.
I start to panic
Realizing that a single
Branch is holding me there.
I start into combat with
My car door.
I attempt to remove
Frozen tear drops from my
Cheeks as I try to get free.
Blood mixes with the
Milk white snow
As I hear sirens approach.
I pray to hold on.
How I long for a warm
Cup of coffee as I drift
Into unconsciousness.
I must hold on.