Car Accident

Her hands became razors,
They scratched and clawed
As she tried to undo her restraints.
The shinned glossy metal folded
Like millions of paper cranes.

His legs became guns,
Heavy, unsure; unoiled, out of place
Trying to walk on sand.
He moved, pushed, steadied, and aimed
Like millions of video games.

Their bodies became bullets
Closer and closer to the other they came
And in finality, they met.
They destroyed themselves
Like millions of people every day.