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Holy ghost in a time machine: 23/7/22

By Ángel SierraPublished about a year ago 1 min read
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Colorless human form, face in hands, pink light emanating from their eyes, sitting cross-legged under a sheer sheet. Planets float around them in a dark, empty building.

The trap of affection

By...anyone.

Grab you by infection—

Infatuation.

Do you love your mom?

Do you love the idea?

Is it a plea of...

Reassurance?

No boy like that

Would ever, so drag...

Your slow feet across the gravel ground.

Everywhere and everyone around,

You don't see how...

You're getting old now.

See in the mirror.

Feel in your liver.

No silver lining,

Unless you're finding...

You have to quit this chase.

Insatiable!

Quit the game, babe.

Oh, you're insufferable.

So it is,

And so it will.

As it goes,

Gotta go!

Make me a new body...

Out of bionic molding.

Metallic, and parting...

With my old hobbies.

Chromosomes are chrome too.

Placebo—legally, not allowed to—

Tell you what's my angle.

Butterfly—negative side—effects.

When did you lose your halo?

I couldn't say, so...

Add in the FX.

Now they see these broken wings,

Made of gold, mold, shiny, lost things.

They can see,

But to what degree?

See in the rearview.

Feel in the river.

No silver lining,

Unless you're binding...

To have to split your name.

Insatiable, oh.

Split the grave, babe.

Reflection of a person's arm, their hand pointed and reaching out for a shining light in the sky.

◉◉◉

I took off—

I shook it off.

I tremble some days.

What does it matter?

It's not fear,

It's future.

I revel with grace.

What can't you grapple?

You struggle to do right by mind, body and soul.

I replaced all of mine long ago...

'Cause they ripped me from my already-breaking bones.

I said, Baby, try to fuck a bionic girl.

No common man—

No boy like that...

Could ever.

Negative side effects!

See in the rearview mirror.

Feel it in your living soul.

No silver lining—no—

Unless you're grinding.

You have to quit it to split it!

"Insatiable."

Quit the same old same.

"You're insufferable."

A sensation on the hologram.

Do they know you're a hollow stand-in...

For someone you shed?

Skin as softened leather, plated breast.

So it is.

So it will,

As it goes...

I've got to go.

A shadowed, bionic human form stands before a blue-lit glass cocoon of sorts—finally free.

[BIONICA]

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About the Creator

Ángel Sierra

Rhymes, riddles, and occasionally, she giggles.

Every-writer, it's all in me... DO LOOK DOWN!

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