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.