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curl and float away as ash
and her salvation tumbles away
Pushing down the crushing grief
curling and caressing
feels it drawing near
Tries to bring herself
the rough coir of the mat
to do something about the place
that is crumbling around her
she charges to the window
that cheerily announced- Welcome
Its movements are flickering
She barely notices how hot
her tears are becoming
into the impossible
rushing to reach the fire escape
rhythmic- almost hypnotic
Which sense is the first
to warn her
and as her mind screams at her
What nerves are the first ones
to fire the white-hot bolts
The window frame judders
to stand- to run- to escape
she simply sits there
