SHE KEPT COMING BACK TO IT,

THE EMOTIONLESS ROBOT

THAT USED TO BE A MAN.

BUT HE WAS COMPLETELY GONE,

REPLACED BY NOTHINGNESS

IN A MERE HUMAN BODY

LIKE AN EMPTY SHELL.

 

IT’S SMART THOUGH, AND KNOWS

THE HOLD IT HAS ON HER.

‘TIL THE FRAGILE STRENGTH

SHE HOLDS ON TO IS CRUSHED,

THE GRAVITY SHE’S UNDER CANNOT BE DESTROYED.

 

SO IT REACHES, HOLDING

WITHOUT TOUCH

TO THE HAIR

BEHIND HER HEAD WHILE IT PRESSES

ITS STEEL LIPS TO HER SOFT, HUMAN ONES.

A SULLEN, SUNKEN HAND

STRETCHES ITS FINGERS AROUND HER THROAT

AND SENDS COLD SHIVERS DOWN,

 

 

DOWN HER BODY THAT EAT AWAY

THE REMAINING CELLS OF LIFE

SHE HOLDS ON TO.

SHE IS LIKE HIM NOW,

THE HOLLOW THING WITH LIPS LIKE DEATH

THAT WHEN KISSED

SUCK ALL EMOTION, ALL HUMANITY, ALL LIFE

OUT OF ITS VICTIMS.