Storied Lines(prev untitled) edit

[brynmawr1]

Black, crisscrossed scars on white concrete,
occult geometry of intersected lives.
 
Tire squeals echoing in the ether
find my gut.

Was metal, bone rent and broken?
Futures shattered, lives inflected?
 
Or was the violence only of words?
Impotent curses spluttered from clenched jaws.
 
Black lines on the road
keep their secrets.

Black, crisscross lines scar the white concrete,
arranged in unnatural angles of violence.
Geometric evidence of lives intersected.

Squealing tires echoing in the ether,
not heard by the living, still felt in the gut.
Was metal, bone rent and broken;
lives shattered with the windshield,
a mosaic of infinite shimmering shards,
suspended in stopped time, an inflection,
never to be the same?
 
Or was the violence only of words?
Curses made at each other and the universe,
the anger of inconvenience.
Plans made the only thing broken.
 
Black crisscrossed lines on the road
keep their secrets,
leaving us to wonder.

Most recent edit.  I like both versions.  Stark vs elaborate.