Cauldron Anthology Issue 13 - Maiden 1st | Page 36

Think ( An Automaton )
Lauren T . Davila a er Jane Eyre
If you address the Reader plainly , will they start to understand you as more than girl ?
No , actually you long to be just a girl soaked in redness and regret from your heavy metal mouth .
Strange little figure , stuck in a room . You twist , entombed : parody of organic tissue .
You ’ re stilted in on yourself , the moment you were made is a line you cannot cross ; you can ’ t see past the crimson coating .
Binaries of “ speak pleasantly , remain silent ” fix themselves in the space between the gears where you know your brain should be .
Imagine peering into your future , where you , no longer metal , have freed yourself , and red is nothing but memories of passion and vengeance .
See the garden where you have greased your own joints , by your hand , your machinations – not oppressed , or suffocated , or drowning in the wine poised on your tongue .
In that future , Reader , you sit on a bench , so skin , as