A cursed song curdles from a motor’s gut. Blue and red flash viciously, like a a rabid mutt’s canines. The driver’s window sucks in all the light like a sheet of void. I extend a hand, reaching, reaching, until the lights reach out, too. Wanting me with all its heart, with all its bright essence and vicious singing.
They speed towards me, we collide, and I burst into the woods.
A scream rends my throat open.
The black pane shatters into millions of pieces.
I crawl away but the car trundles over my battered legs.
Questions riddle me. Why didn’t I run? Why did I stay there in danger’s path, and allow that monstrosity to bash over my body and ruin everything?
But it hits me as I wrench myself against a nearby tree, as my legs split off from my top, as I peer with dazed, swimming vis
