Girl in the BMW

She knew she was a flight-risk
veering on a crash.
Steering was the second thought
that cost her.

The fast lane was every lane.
Strangers are just the blur around her.
Why would she care
about the souls that surround her?

Sins are only sinful
if you get caught.
She thought
a good reputation can always be bought.
She sought
happiness in Botox and silicon boobs; She's "hot".
She fought
every little voice that told her
anyone around her could matter.

She was driving too fast.
A life the crash takes.
Just a cut and a bruise to her face-lift and tears.
She sent another to a place where there are no fears.

Hate is the winner of loss.

Fate is a coin toss of the change you make.