Stood proud,

Her parapet,

Hospital. 10th floor.

No spectators please.

Looking down,

Wind pushing through

Tight curled hair,

Golden threaded nightgown fluttering.

She sniffs scents

Of summer’s early evening air,

Smiles and miles of teeth

Break her bone china complexion.

Blue lights panic below,

An ant army of men

Climbing, ascending ladders,

As she spreads her wings,

Stepping

Off and out.

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