"Don't do this," I call after her as she walks away
Out the narrow alley - Onto the main street
It's too late. The yellow cab hits her
As the light turns green
A bell chimes far above the buildings
Birds leave the street poles and flap their wings;
They smelled the scent of blood - Everywhere, spilled onto the black and white pavement
The birds are a harbinger, I think
Though it came too late - Her life slipped out of her grip
The bird goes to never be caught
At least, not by the electric wire pulled taut
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