A Million Little Pieces

My father hesitates at the stop sign
The car is racing straight for us
"She's gonna run it" he thinks to himself
The '55 Chevy halts in place
She does not stop
She is heading right for us
And faster
I look her way confused at what I see
And as I turn to my father
She runs straight over the stop sign confusing the brake and the gas
The crash is brutal loud and I'm thrown to the dash
Instantly I taste my own blood
Pain grips me
My father scoops me up in his arms
Lying me down on the cold sidewalk
He panics and holds me down as I try to sit up
Can't he understand I'm choking on my own blood?
My mother is there in a flash
The corner only a house length away from this scene
A witness to my pain
The pictures still capture her tears and the gripping fear etched across her face
Strong in spite of my bloody head
Strangers gather around, nosy and concerned alike
There is confusion and I am afraid
In throbbing pain I feel sick in my stomach
All the blood and pain that grips this moment will fade in day's time
And all that is left are the shards of glass scattered on the ground
Into a million little pieces