The next time she opened her eyes
it was raining
straight and light
from cloud to grey paving;
leaving tiny black circles.
Her skull felt tight:
a fuzzy kind of ache
where the rain came in.
She ran her tongue across her front teeth
and felt that little gap
where the two incisors didn’t quite meet.
She breathed deeply.
The air rushed in
tasting of iron and dead leaves;
it clogged her throat.
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