Winter road

They were in her car
But he was driving
He always drove
Speeding, swerving, angry
Down the desolate road
Smashing the steering wheel
With his fist

She made herself small
Looked at the landscape
Blurring by and
Prepared herself for
Death along the road
Picked by vultures
Found months later

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