The woman looks to her right hand only to see
Shards of broken glass.
In spite of her pain, her heart leaps,
With anxiety, anguish and guilt.
"Losing my husband to my negligence is far too hefty of a fee."
She thinks to herself. She hates herself.
She lets out a painful groan, and wipes her chin
only to see a simple red smudge on her knuckle.
Her eyes wide as saucers, her own pain put on the shelf.
She poked her heavy head forward to see her passenger,
Lifelessly laying in the sagebrush.
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