Rough Draft A

Its hard to realize your only escape

was also nearly your demise.

Shotgun's not so luxerious

as we tango with the headlights.

Hold my hand,
avoid the metal entombing our innocence.

I recalled a summer day

when a stranger's hands pulled air from my lungs,

and the warm sun was murky from beneath the water.

I know what it means to save a life.

I know what it means for it to be my own.

I was laid amongst the splinters

of chaos and fiber glass.

And as I watched gasoline seep from his eyes

an arch of red crested over the hill.

therein the gleaming lights

lies my salvation.