the lonely robot
walks down the endless
dirty-green corridor
and dreams
in her robot subconscious
of the time when she was a girl
with a home and a husband and friends
instead of a nest, an alarm clock
and a hole in her heart.
No!
I have no heart
until I can be a girl again.
2 comments:
Yes, I know, I'm doing it again - only blogging when I'm on nights, and then only blogging about how much I hate nights. Just think, only a few more weeks, and you won't have to put up with this any more! Excuse the randomness - it was 4am after all.
It was good though. xx
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