A Mechanical Bride – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO

I closed the book you gave to me, it’s pages once empty now full, solvent liquid pours over me, deciding my fate, a straw, long gone, the windows cracks, the mirror no longer reflects, the bride of whirling machinery calls my name with vicious intent, built to be a toy to fuck, my wayward thing that ruined it all…

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