Poem XXIV: Car accident

Car accident

“Hello? There has been an accident. We are in the middle of the road.”

It’s cold and the radio stopped working. Out of nowhere. The road is wet and there are bloodstains on the sideway.
Listen, the so-called “radio silence” makes me feel uncomfortable —in a horror movie type of way.
Are you listening? Is it someone there?

“Hello? There has been an accident. We are in the middle of the road.”

Like me, there are thousands of cars trapped, infused into this collective sadness.
Does anyone know if the people are dead?

~in the middle of the road~
~inside the diner~
~corpses in a hotel room~

Does anyone know how to get out here?

“Hello? There has been an accident. We are in the middle of the road.”

The strangest thing is this song, playing over and over from inside the diner.
It has been closed for several years, and the voice is funeral and slow.
The leather of the sits feels sticky.

Do you have a towel or a bit of water?
My grandma is waiting for me, but the clock is ticking and the night is approaching.

Hello? There has been an accident. We are in the middle of the road.”