The Rest of Her Life

We tried to capture the POV of the guy that hit me with his car...

I've got 300 ponies under my foot as I press on the pedal.

 I take another pull off the bottle and keep riding... 

She's humming and running

Nothing but an open highway in front of me... 

Until I see brake lights.

I was going a little too fast

Didn’t have time to hit the brakes

So I swerve into the median to avoid a car.

WHAT THE F**K!?

Why is there a car stopped there!?

 I felt something heavy hit my car, 

don’t know what it was, probably just a sign

The rain was a little too heavy, 

 I was a little too drunk, 

I could barely see.

There was already a wreck and a car pulled over

 barely damaged,

 but the car behind it,

 the hood completely crushed and totaled.

  Something I only saw 

for a split second,

but at least I didn’t hurt anyone.

 I swerved to safety.

No one was hurt.

Or so I thought. 

I found out later

there was a little girl.

An innocent little girl

that this bottle

and these ponies crippled 

forever.

Except it wasn't those things.

It was me.

 Twelve-years-old. 

I didn’t kill her, 

but I hit her.

From what I heard she was thrown 

almost 80 feet away

And landed face-first on a metal grate.

"Guilty"

“Fine of nine thousand dollars”

"Please your honor, sentence me to lashes and pain."

I'm sick as I sit in my cell.

I'd rather be killed

But it's just a few months

Till we all pretend it didn't happen.

And she limps

I’ve probably crippled that girl for the rest of her life

Author's Note

Ts wanted to capture the story from the pov of the guy who hit me with his car. I don't know the actual story of why I got hit by a car...but this is what I imagine it was.
Ts and I wrote this together...Actually, I told him the story, and he turned it into a poem.
Tell us what y'all think?
THANK YOU FOR READING :)

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Grim to the max. For such was MADD founded.

[Ted Kniffen]

I'm sitting at a stoplight revving the engine of my motorcycle waiting for the light to turn green. In the distance I see a car approaching the intersection.
The light turns green ... I let out the clutch and give 'er some gas.
The car is closer ... she sees me (I think) ... yeah, she sees me ... s**t she doesn't see me.
She takes me on the left side ... I crush the gas tank with my knees trying to stay on ... I'm airborne over her car landing on my head on the pavement ... thankfully my helmet held up ... my friends are dragging me out of the street, blood gushing on the pavement.
I sit on the curb in a daze until the ambulance arrives.
Twelve weeks on crutches ... bit through my lower lip ... motorcycle demolished.

I know whereof you speak.
Well done.

[Nix is typing...]

Oh my goodness, Mr. Ted!!! I'm so sorry that happened to you!!! But I must admit, that was quite an intriguing story! I latched onto every word as I read. I hope you're okay now, though! Thank you kindly for the read, review, and sharing your experience with me!!!

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

We must bear the incessant bite of our own actions. Mindless fun and thrill and speed can come with a price. But why does the little girl have to pay for an idiot's stupidity? This i do not understand. Very well done Nix & Ulmus!

[AJNJ]

My goodness! What a fine job you did of expressing the guilt here! Those imps of pain are certainly revving up with frenzy in the poet's mind! Like I feel always, nothing worse than the torture of your own conscience. Superbly crafted Nix and Ulmus! I felt as if I was myself behind that wheel. I hope your childhood hurt has healed and that guy who hit you has paid for his negligence. Kudos you and Ts.

[T.S. Ulmus]

Thank you for the thoughtful review. It was her story to tell but I was involved in the poem. The fact that I brought you on a journey makes for quite a powerful comment. We've published several poems that have a narrative voice, I'm glad that it carries.

[red93]

Serious subject Nix and one that you handle well. Don't get me started on the automobile industry ! I'm with Greta Thunberg all the way 👍👍👍👍👍

[T.S. Ulmus]

The prompt was about a ladybug crawling across my windshield!! Why do you have to go dark with everything?