Pressure Has to Go Somewhere

Cold, not frozen, barely alive— holding state. The windscreen bowed for one second before the frame took the hit. The road kept moving without us, dragging our noise into the dark. Long enough to give, not long enough to keep. PRESSURE HAS TO GO SOMEWHERE Through the glass, through the frame, through the body— PRESSURE HAS TO GO SOMEWHERE Cold, not frozen barely alive— holding state. PRESSURE HAS TO GO SOMEWHERE In this ward the lights stay flat color stripped to white are you dying???? holding hold ON Pressure has to go somewhere. Pressure has to go somewhere. Somewhere else. Not through you. Not this time. Not this time. Not this time. I kept my hand there so the pressure had somewhere else to go. somewhere human. Somewhere else to go.