robotgirl

squeaky hinges rusted so she can scarcely walk�"
but walk she does
axles grind like someone screaming out
to fill the empty void that is her mouth

light on her chest busted and caked with dust�"
but she long ago powered off
made of all metal with skin cold and hard
every inch of her body is lonely and scarred

she'd been made with eyes closed shut
but then she knew
from her opened eyes tears slowly fell
to corrode the stoic mask, the empty shell

the arid field of life can't go on forever
but it stretches on
raging sand comes to rip at her form
she has to lay low to weather the storm

she'll walk until she can't anymore
the poor, lost robotgirl

Author's Note

Have you seen the robotgirl?

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If I cry anymore, I'm going to get electrocuted by my computer.