F r e e F a l l

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Her lacy wings tear
and white clouds fly by. Glassy
skyscrapers reflect
her face, the final moment
before she hits the pavement.

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I wrote this a while ago and just remembered it. I'm not sure if I like this; I think I could've illustrated my point better, but I'm too headachey right now to rewrite this. At least it's only my second attempt at a tanka, I'm allowed to suck, right? Reviews + concrit + hopefully a nice comment equals a happy teenager :).