Interrupted Nightmare by Annika Jendzel-Scott

You found us in a dream of fear
Swerving, screeching, we were thrown to the side
Crushed by walls of cold steel and snow
Beside that cursed, icy black road
You pulled us from a mess of snarled shards
Wrapped in feathers and static
The harshness of the world faded
From smoke and tearing, snow and bleeding pine
To the softest grey morning