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Emily Dobson

As a way in

A lady is being held captive
in a room with a concrete floor
and is singing

My shadow's keen and bright
Flashing with silver…

Outside it's raining.
The thunder is already
moving away.

Each time she sings it
she knows she's sung the word
wrong again.

The whole thing
is wet and dripping.

Dip dip and swing