Celebrate student poetry | Tanya Koval

Tanya, a second-year English major, shares her piece from Carroll’s Century Magazine.

Car Accident

You are whoozy.
Your world becomes a 3-D movie,
and you, with no glasses, see
blurred silhouettes in blue and red,
like the color of your bruised lips
that taste like liquid iron.

You hang,
suspended by your safety belt.
It bites into your shoulder
like apprehensive spectators
tear mercilessly into popcorn.

You crawl out in a daze
of residual adrenaline,
into the oblivious world
of 2 or 3 or 4 AM.


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