Relentless Mercenary
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.