Jun 4
MATRIARCH
Short story below:
The Machine offers all
And she wished to be pretty
With every day a new gift
A mask of marble
An elixir of eternal life
New joints
New-
The Machine does not deal in FLESH
It does not understand FLESH
And so it continued to give
And give
Marble beneath skin
Metal beneath bone
Until she began to turn
She asked for it to stop
But the mask cannot come off
It has fused with her
Steel will not bend
Poison will not yield
All she can do is scream
Scream into the gazing void:
“Am I pretty now?”
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