the sky is littered with seagulls,
catcalling at her.
the pavement looks scalding,
and it seems that the cars are crawling.
her head aches in rhythm with the beat,
from the garage sale down the block;
and the trees whisper about her.
a dog runs out into into the street,
and a truck comes rumbling by out of nowhere.
her first instinct propels her,
to save the dog.
the impact is so great,
that her tears hit the windshield.
and her thoughts start to fade,
but her ears keep hearing.
the shout of the driver,
the barks of the dog,
the throbbing of pain,
and the last pitter-patter of her heart.
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