Thanks for the next great word prompt and also for the opportunity to use Prose Poetry and Internal Rhyme.
The road was almost empty, the heavy rain decided not to stop. If I should be twenty again, I would never allow that terrible slap of life. I wanted to prove I am fast enough and I can manage the speed. It was just a second and everything turned to black. I still can’t remember anything just the great heat and it felt like my body would get melt into the seat. Though I “escaped” from the dark hands of death, I know what I did. It will be always visible – the price of that sin…
Anytime I will stay infront the mirror, anytime I will touch my skin.