Saturday, August 6, 2016
That girl with blue fingernails
She always has the same look on her face,
and I distrusted her because of that.
But I guess most of the things she does are eerie,
so maybe it’s not her face’s fault.
She doodles on everything,
but draws the same exact picture
of a cat with a skull mask.
She balances on one foot
effortlessly like a bird,
weightless in the wind,
upheld by nothing but the stillness in the air.
She never raises the volume of her voice,
or even changes the pitch of it.
the rumor that goes around is that she’s a robot.
But I have a different idea:
I think she was born a girl,
and she slowly let herself become mechanical,
while the world replaced
her bones with steal,
her skin with a shell,
her heart with a watch
and her eyes with mirrors.
And then one day,
she painted her fingernails blue,
as the world told her it was too close to cobalt.