The Realization

Mouth bloody, head throbbing,
emotions swimming like hungry piranha,
ready to pounce,
sight blurry, amounts of strength needed
to stand, alluding,
squinting, unable to distinguish assaulting
figure violating personal space,
outlines of aggressors face filled with rage,
caged-animal like, prey feminine,
seeking,
screaming,
anger seething,
swinging for the fences,
deliberately intending to take life from downed victim,
eventual prison time spent irrelevant,
Hell bend on taking clearly made point to new found
levels of absurdity,
it was not until I saw him pull a gun from the trunk
that I decided to call 9-1-1,
stay seated in my car waiting for my first
road rage experience to subside,
it did only after the police arrived greeted by
a hail of bullets; they won…

Two dead drivers, one over the top,
the other laying on the bottom due to changing
lanes without signaling…