The car squealed loudly,
Hands thrown on my face quickly,
To unsee the scene about to be created.
Air and sound rush in my ears,
I'm fighting to block the images that rears;
The pushy crowd jostle me back to reality.
Heavy breathe, heaving chest, clenched fist, anxiety creeps its way on me.

Separate from the world,
In my space of emptiness;
Watching their...