factory-focus

she looks naked without her doek vulnerable, timid, feelers out,"sy soek" "do you want me am i in time?" "i need the money! so let me in line. she works to a rhythm her mind elsewhere 'till someone calls "look how you fare!" she pulls back her thoughts and stares at her hands covered in scales and slime and strands her back is aching, her legs feel lame but still she continues for to slack spells shame her children are hungry and want to learn her belly is empty and she needs to burn fuel and light her food to cook for hope is in the page of a book she's a mother