Band-aids Don't Heal Broken Hearts

Torn from the vestiges of my mechanical womb

Placed among dog-like vultures 

Weakened prey, my knees tremble

As I try to hold myself up

Withstand the weight of the world

On shoulders so fragile. 

You were a surface bandage

To an ache so deep beneath my skin

That I can't see how I've survived this long. 

Author's Note

I don't have anything to put here. I just want to sleep.