The Wreck

I stand, confronted by a colossal skull.
Polished, bleached white bone.
A gaping black cavity, devoid of cartilage.
Half the face eaten away.
A leering grin distorted,
and disconcerting.
I stare into its vacant eyes, where life once was.
What catastrophe caused this?
A collision, unforgiving cement,
a dark night scarred by death,
a car crash.