Unbuckled racecar soars above the sky's scar, those stars are small puncture wounds in heaven. Seatbelt cut out of passenger-side rearview, so the mirror flies along to show behind. Skidding corners, cutting turns into galactic car wrecks, junk parts of metal flying off and on and off into forever.
Hitchhiking off the interstellular highway... With no luck.
Call a tow truck.
Cell phones don't get service way up here.
Better come back down.
Look up to see the moon with a new crater. Contruction crews at work, they fill the void left by you, my sweetness.
Caution tape screaming yellow from where it's draped. You were so close to the finish line.