Two years connected by a single second,

A uniquely ordinary tick of times clock,

The new dawn after the year of sorrow,

A page turned on the sound of the tock.

The Crash

The seat belt locked across my braced chest,

Pulling me into the safety of the head rest,

The noise of the impact reverberated around,

Echoing from old CD cases windscreen bound,

The Stranger

A crack of lightning lit up her contorted old face, As the pain of a thousand years stung like mace, The pits and lines danced across weathered skin, Like an ancient net containing the monster within,