Crash

That sinking feeling is coming back.
I know it must have happened in a second, but its hours to me.
One by one things fade out of focus until there's a sucking silence and a fade to black.
I'm hitting the windshield, there are diamonds flying ahead of me in space.
I snap back to consciousness in time to see this scene from stage right, and I look on.
This moment of time, this fragment of a second, is where I'm at now.
The beauty of the impact and my dance with the shattered glass in that last breathe of hope.
Right before the life or death, right before the flashing lights, before the body bag.
That last second where you don't see it coming or care.
Where you are wrapped up in beauty and ignorant of the crash to come.