BBC news and new egg-shell shoes,

The oven-like warmth drips down her tingling skin.

A long day that sees the end to come,

in some sort of thought-place.

A place where thoughts are made apparently.

Wrapping a small part of her finger

in a piece of paper, to stop it,

stop it turning into that pointing machine.

Turning back to the other machine,

and plodding at it.