Creased white leather unsullied
by the morning dew
protects the crumpled tissue,
stained red where she’d patted
her lips: ‘New Blood’ by Rimmel.
Lurking inside they find
a few coins; her student card
proclaimed she’d taken charge
of all her eighteen years,
controlled their adult dreams and dangers.
One strap flung carelessly,
the other still clutched
in stiff fingers.
Her scarlet life spreads out
and her cheap perfume lingers.
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