The Lurch

It’s hands flat on the dashboard,

the crack of skin on plastic

throat concertinaed into your mouth

and every fear suddenly there

beneath your tongue

inside your cheeks

pressing into your vocal chords

choking for a way out.

No matter how quick you see it coming,

the lurch in your guts as organs batter your ribcage

is unexpected.

But you’re never thrown backwards,

it’s always forwards

into something new, frightening, paralysing


Daily Prompt: Lurch

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