Regret

The sound of the horn blows a low groan, and signals for the angel of death to come. This is when the cries fill the air, in the deep of the mind. People realize the sudden terror and look on their lives: a poorly planned dinner, a neglected appointment, the open and blatant cheating of a friend. Wide the wings stretch and the black eyes pierce all those left, as they clutch at each other without the slightest chance of obtaining an understanding, a forgiveness. She let the knife fall from her hands, and it fell at her feet, and when they found her, the dripping blood spotted the rug; everything she thought, everything she felt, in that moment before her eyes pasted over, and she sat with that fixed stare, the cries and the angel told her what she had done, was wrong.

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