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.