Topsy Turvy
Glittering glass makes the roof of my car look like a beautiful disco ball
And the open window draws my eyes to the dancing grass a foot away from my face.
I scream at the top of my lungs
But with the pressure building in my head
I’m completely unaware if I actually made a sound.
Everything fades back to black.
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