Straining, each ligament quivering. Pulled in directions askew, then falling, the shock of sudden impact drives the air out. Gasping, chocking, coughing. Spasm, then convulse, and.......I'm fading out into a bed of searing pain.
Dark, then red haze, then dark again. I know before I make my first tentative movement.
My hand is blackened char, bone shards exposed. What must the rest of me look like?
My breath comes in stiletto wheezes. Fever gushes from feet to my head with every feeble pump of my erratic heart.
I have to climb up, back up to the road. It's my only chance and I wonder?
Is it worth the effort?
Death would come so sweetly now, why not accept the cold kiss and let go.....