Sense Sonnet - Chiller

In a Jam

I am caught in a traffic jam.
A cement truck is right in front.
And between 2 semis I am,
With 1 on my tail. To be blunt,
My compact is compacted in.
The cement truck trough crashes through
My windshield, right next to my chin.
And cement starts flowing into
The car at a very fast rate.
Stuck inside, I start screaming out,
And honking the horn, like irate
Drivers all around me, no doubt.

I see nobody to prevent
Me getting buried in cement.