Her body was soft machinery
Each part taking on more than one could fathom
Flesh twisted and pushed and ripped and connected
Never clocking out from a shift
She was filled with colors to the brim, a wide rainbow of infinite finger paint
When she saw your imagination, her body spilled
It sloshed around through her fingertips and belly.
Her eyelids closed
And opened
And she saw you.
Iris and pupils spilling the contents of your thoughts.
It rained down her face and down on the earth below.
And softly, she lay still.