She had reached
her breaking point.
Her blood boiling,
anticipating her to end it.
Then the temperature cooled.
The wind blew her
hair across her face,
wrapped her shawl
around her shoulders.
White flakes of frozen
dust fell from the sky.
Standing center
of the intersection,
her arms outstretched,
she tilted her head,
stuck out her tongue.
She didn’t see the car
skidding on the frozen road.
© 2015 Nortina Simmons
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