i got hit by a bus today

It was a slow grind, screech of metal on metal, folding inwards like silver thin paper.
Is that what you hear when the bus hits you?
Green and blue blur, splash of yellow, like a monster death thrum humming,
is what you see.
Sound is the panic resting its high pitched scream inside your ears, and mind blank like an empty slate, stuttering for feelings and words.
Your hand, resting on the top of the steering wheel, frozen and unbid to action.
Your eyes, the only part of your body moving, without aid from unhindered inertia.
And that flash, memorial of life, passing through your still body. What does it show you? Memories past, and you clutch to them. Faces, soundlessly mouthing, of loves and mere acquaintances. Slowly, slowly.
The grinding stops, metal buckles, your knuckles turn white from holding the steering wheel. Sound returns, of birds and voices and motors. Sight, of blinding sun and shining silver belts.
And when you realize you’re still alive, the world becomes the most beautiful place, even through the blur of your tears.