flown the coop

imagine 80mph into the guardrail and the camry's exterior becoming suddenly identical to its interior:redredred.
imagine falling from the platform to the tracks below and the first wheel of the train cutting through my skull.
imagine a cold-barreled pistol pressed against my pharynx, a geyser spurting steadily from the back of my head.
imagine myself in its place, already stale and useless, trickling brown, sticky, lifeless out of warmth that strove to pretend, sustain the illusion, offer every last attempt at keeping things alive.

i am empty, emptying and it is most certainly now dead and draining for all the world to see. i am deflating more daily as i realize my chirpless little bird spread its wings before its time and will never share its song; it has truly flown away.