Alouette, the Femmebot

joints creak and squeal

decrying weight
prelude to the inevitable crack
and splinter

behind this human mask
an anonymous emptiness
searching the ground
the shadows
I am nowhere

the shattering whisper
cannot be unheard
nor unvoiced
even submerged in liquid
drowning
it resounds
birthing foreign echoes
this mouth comes open in unfamiliar ways
unable to shape a proper vowel
or to return a touch
though it be given in tenderness
full
of aborted screams

two dull and unseeing eyes
possess only
the reection
of consciousness
replaying a moment that will never go blind
reduced to a storm
of electric impulses
a convulsion
but I was built for ight
to run and not grow weary
to walk and not faint



emotion suppressed
integrity compromised
I have become something
unintended
ngers, digits
clawing at the mask of your dominance
sinews pressed against your strength
your smell permeates my skin
your thoughts shepherd mine
into valleys black as night
your rod and your staff
they bludgeon me
and surely cruelty and want
will follow me
all the days of my life
usurper
you cannot give
what you do not possess

and if you dread the golem
it is because you suspect
that the monster might be
more human
than you are