The Message

too late

I thought to

honk my horn

there were tires screeching

glass breaking

and the sound of twisting metal

a scream

and more horns

they were all

too late

the mangled metal came to rest

on the median

smoke filled the air

from the exploded airbag

and the smell of blood

started to drift to my nostrils

too late

I picked up my phone

the message was still on the screen

I should have never

looked at my phone

but now that thought was

too late…