As morning brightness
sparkles on water far below,
a tiny silver bird turns toward me,
grows into a screaming vulture
and shakes the tower
beneath my feet.
Orange fingers reach through
cracks and holes,
seeking me,
hot breath against my back,
urging me along.
A young woman stands,
head pressed against the outside wall.
dread and pleading in her eyes.
She comes to me,
her fingers searching for mine.
I open them to her.
Seared by the inferno,
we spend a silent moment memorizing each other,
as dark tendrils search between us.
She swipes a fist at smudged tear trails.
Together,
we step to the window ledge.
Sharing one last glance,
our hands grip tightly.
We escape into cool, blue air.
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