Council Girl
a lost girl arranges in her room
her dress with stillness,
she pushes her tongue
against small kitten teeth,
outside the lift groans and bangs,
lights burn shapes
of flats and stairs;
this is a place to circle in;
to return to,
never to leave
she is sediment, a line of ash,
a failed escapee
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