One, two, three scraps of twisted metal halted on the verge.
Green jump suits and blue lights paint a telling image.
Darkness has descended and rain has fallen.
The road now a death trap as unfortunately demonstrated in front of me.
One man and his dog wrestling for their freedom from this twisted cauldron of destruction.
A woman non responsive, driven to despair.
Her car now smouldering, flames licking the air.
The vehicles approaching southbound,
Gawk in disbelief.
No offers of assistance.
Morbid fascination takes hold.
Sitting three cars back,
Wife and child in the car,
Mortality hits me.
Life is precious.
Value.
Appreciate.
Love.
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