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The First Time We Crashed

Vehicle Vignette

By Mya DoerksenPublished 8 months ago 1 min read
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The first time we crashed,

that red Grand Cherokee

whistled through frosted air.

The silver flakes tinting the glass,

the radio and engine harmonized their hum.

We’re not well dressed for winter:

sequins, sparkles and magnificent blades.

The jeep sang for the iced concrete,

—growing quicker in tempo—

until the world turned upside down.

Shards from the mosaic window freckled our cheeks.

Outside, we held onto each other's breath,

grateful for our drumming hearts.

fact or fiction
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About the Creator

Mya Doerksen

Hi there, I'm a student, a writer and an aspring author. At the moment I'll mostly be posting shorts, school assignments or challenge submissions.

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