Swerve

Whenever I'm driving, (mostly when I'm alone in the car), I always wonder how it would feel like to suddenly plough my car into oncoming traffic.

How metal to metal at high speeds would sound up close. The screech of brakes and the smell of burst rubber as oncoming traffic tries to avoid my vehicle. The sensation of pain as metal hits metal and within split seconds cutting against pure flesh. Perhaps even the smell of burnt flesh.. the smell of fresh blood, the feeling of warm liquid trickling down my face, my arms, my body, my legs. Red splashed against glass, split onto roads like paint carelessly flung onto the canvas.

How would it feel to be the creator of chaos amongst chaos? The creator, at the same time, the victim. The creator, at the same time perhaps a destructor of another precious life.

No, I don't wish to die yet. But there's always that impluse..