Driven off the road, or so it would seem,

For no other reason she could fathom,

She'd ended up, car smashed to smithereens,

In the ditch from which she now climbed.

The rain driving into her face, feet slipping,

The now mud, just hours before, firm embankment.

She remembered a flash of blinding light.

How long had she been unconscious?

Her head now pounding, not just rain was running down

Her face; the crimson tinge mingled with the driving

Rain, the pumping in her head increasing. How long

Have I been asleep? Her watch had stopped, no idea

Where her phone had gone. She kept on up the slope

Until she saw headlights, waving her arms for

Help, she saw the car slow down. Then without

A hint of remorse the damaged car sped up, hit her,

Flew her flying through the air, the last thing through

Her mind, the last thing that she saw, the brother

She had not seen since she went to the cops.