November 21, 2024
my body is a shoddily built machine,
held together with duct tape and scars and will
it constantly betrays me
and one day i'll be gone
planned obsolecence
and i'll fall off a ledge,
or i'll fall from grace,
and they'll try to put me back together
(again)
new cogs and wires
and flashing lights
try to buy me more time
as the heavens cave in
break the arm,
set the bone and let it mend
but how long
until im theseus' ship?
how will i know i'm still me?