I Imagine My Death on A Bus

Grunting in disagreement
She pulls against the glass that fractures yet further.
And falls, slow in unbelievable agony.
Pieces in blood glisten
Like landing lights on an airstrip
And sounds of approaching sirens
Echoe her own engine, in alarm,
In ill-prepared submission, and
Slowly shutting down.

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