My grip on the wheel slipped. The car spun out of control as the night pressed in like bruising hands. The hollowness in my chest expanded. Hate bled to hurt then to heavy. Heavy, like my foot on the pedal, out of control, reckless. Dangerous, dark, daunting, ready to succumb. Lead filled my limb, the engine crooning a vehement whine. Tears smudged my tired jeans. A sob deep and hoarse, grated my chest. Hysteria ravished, a cannibal to my flesh. I never stood a chance. Hurt, bled to hate, then to heavy. Heavy, my foot on the pedal. Heavy, the weight in my chest. Hollow, a pain that consumed. Driven by chaos, flip turned, broken windows, glass struck eyes, serrated skin. Blood spilt like paint, a varnish decoration over tattered seats .