shes tearing along riding pillion
the wind in her face
thoroughly enjoying the ride
holding on to that figure infront of her
hands entwined around his waist
drinking in the sights that fly past
its almost like flying and she is floating on the happiness of the moment.
suddenly though a sudden lurge sees her hurtling through the air
the screeching sound of tyres on the ground
the smell of burnt rubber
and she feels herself tumbling to the ground

a loud resounding thud.
the sound cruel and unforgiving
the pain screams out
like the unforgiving mother that refuses to shut up
crimsom droplets ease out of the gaping wounds
a pool of red filling up around her

but still the cars go by
oblivious
uncaring
unseeing

then it dawns on her
as the darkness slowly threatens to overcome and engulf her
that she has a choice
to get up
walk up and find help
to slowly nurse her wounds
let them heal and fight to stay alive
or to simply lie there
to gradually let the life slip out of her.

i chose to get up
i only wish it wasnt so darn fucking painful.