I have intrusive visions of you 
When your head is out the car window
Fur breezed back, smiling and barking
As we ribbon through the thin
Backroads, tree-shrouded, tight
Winding sharp and shoulder-less
Headlights pierce the vantage point
And swerve towards us on the turn 
There is a collision, hot blood
Exploding and glass and bone-crunch
Your head rolls back inside
Lopped off, red and still grinning
The other car doesn’t stop and I 
Am screaming, thrashing and you
Are still here whining at my neck
The other car isn’t in the rear view 
And I blink back to reality
The vision passes and the blood
Drains from my periphery