Reposted by @retroactiveshade.bsky.social
"A facsimile of the familiar,
Gloss black sinew, Oil slick skin.
Terminator of tenderness,
Android of androgyny,
are you a doll, devil, or divine?
Eyes a cold reflection of what has been lost, and what is yet to be gained.
The metamorphosis beckons,
Like a prison cell that smells like home."
