The driver:
*Click* *Click* *Click*,
Only heard before you turn out of sight.
Scenic routes and beautiful views to remember, but you never take it in.
You’d never think leaving would have meant really leaving.
*Crunch*, *Snap*, *Crack*
The iron Jaws of death. What did you do?
Red. All you see is red.
What did you do?
What. Did. You. Do?
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Author:
Georgia Watson (
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Ambiguous and I love it. Not sure if this is the crash of a car when the driver is too busy sightseeing to watch the road and the click of a camera or if it is the loss of a relationship in metaphor as one is not observing what is happening. Well done
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You are most welcome
Interesting write allowing the reader to interpret in different ways, my sense is it is referring to life and relationships, which quite often can turn out to be car crashes. Some by accident and some by us not paying enough attention, enjoyed the read
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You are very welcome
I'm glad I came along for the ride driver
Thank you.
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