His Last Scream Before Pain

and we were hurtling
                  through dawn's grey
          on some stretch of greyer asphalt
               -highway of so much death.
a million miles,
        we traveled the speed of sound -
                to purge me of something tiny, unwanted.
then the glass shattered,
        stung my eyes,
              bled me dry of all emotion.
but in that moment
     I saw
            that he had
                   your hair,
                   your mouth,
                   your piercing black eyes
             and my voice echoing
                  his last scream before pain.

Easily my most misunderstood poem ever.
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