its almost as if my skin wasn't made to fit
engineered by an amateur
a prototype by god himself

i am bits & pieces
scraps from his better inventions
i am a product of his environment
where my heart became prone to breakage
my brain, susceptible to illness

i stopped working
and like the rest
he threw me out

rouge applied to graying lips
chipped polish reveals the blue crescents on her nails
that match the ones beneath her eyes
her empty
empty eyes
match
her empty
empty thoughts
hollow
is what she wants
but it never occurs to her
that maybe she already is