by Lindsay   Aug 10, 2020

Metal shavings swiftly spread;
burning flames of blue-white shed.
Labeled instructions hereby read;

'Senseless Machine Crafted From Lead.'

Mechanical gears rotated round;
grinding echoes of empty sound.
Fastened never to be found;

lifelessly weeping from its mound.


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  • 1 month ago

    by Star

    Maybe I went too far but this made me think of how people shape themselves to fit in a society. How they “engineer” change who they are just to feel like they belong.

    I may be completely off, but to me this is a powerful piece!

    • 1 month ago

      by Lindsay

      That is exactly what my piece represents! :) Thank you for acknowledging it.

  • 1 month ago

    by Aiko (Dreamsurfer)

    Felt like I was in a garage shed dressed in a greased overall, while reading this. Very descriptive...

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