Point of Impact
Back arched
Arms flung wide
Jets of life shot into the air
Her expression
Caught somewhere between
Shock
And pain
Motion momentarily frozen
In the absence of time
Wrong place
Wrong time
The shutter opens wide
And this ghastly image
Sears itself into my mind
Too close
I see
But can’t yet comprehend
Then blink
A mental exhalation
And life’s course resumes
Hers pulled by force
Into the cracks along the pavement
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