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They seem to be coming closer  

This is, of course

Impossible, since I have been

Staring at them fall and deepen

The slowly encroaching pool near my feet

The steady plunk--plunk--plunk

Has been my only comfort these last few hours

(days?)  

My only comfort in this final lesson

I can hardly feel my legs anymore

They're twisted behind me, crushed and broken

By the unyielding weight

That I dangle from upside down  

One would suppose that relief from the flashing pain

My legs had subjected me too

Would be preferable to this numbness  

I assure you, it is not

All the numbness reminds me of, is that I'm losing  

I'm losing, and the chances of winning

Seem further and further away

At one point, I ran my tongue over my teeth

For a great deal of blood and some other tough,

Fibrous tissue was spilling

Out of my mouth and on to the asphalt

To my surprise, I found

That only my molars were left

Everything else must have been

smashed out when I bounced off the windshield

That's what those

blurry white things near my head must be...

It's difficult to tell really

The one eye that works

Doesn't work that well

The distinct taste of Southern Comfort

Is drying against the roof of my

Torn, ruined mouth

I wonder how fast I was going?

I wonder how fast I am going?



plunk--plunk--plunk



The pool of gas deepens...

...and my lighter is just out of reach