wheels slowly spinning still
cycle lying desolate on the road
the greasy track of an oil spill
sirens fading in the distance
frantic CPR and anxious whispers
remnants of too-late assistance
The car has barely any scratches
a dent and a cracked headlight
paint scraped and flaking in patches
For the cyclist too little too late,
the car driver is left alive and intact
left to know he toyed with fate
and lost
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Uh oh.
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