Mechanisms accessed without a key
Hold no stories or lies.
Electrically turning over upon themselves
Without consideration or regard
For the thing that it contains.
The mechanisms open, revealing some truths,
And develop distain for what it knew to keep.
The bluest paint fades around its edges,
Crusts and cracks form from painted blue to iron red.
Unfolding once more, electrically,
To tell the story of how resentment grows
Towards those that take
Without a key or purpose.
Resenting itself for being free
And open with no stories
Or lies to tell.