Tinkering Among the Machines
I wonder what kind of game
you thought you were playing
with all those bodies. Just another
part of a machine to be tinkered
with, moved around, broken
and not repaired. What a scrapyard
of ghosts you made,
what a massacre of dignity.
All those girls marked for life,
just because you felt like it
All those snapped apart souls
trying not to spill their damage
across the years ahead. And
somewhere you, in a bed,
with just another thing
you won’t hesitate to break.
Stephanie Arsoska lives in Kirriemuir, Scotland. Her work been published by The Emma Press, Prole, Iron Press, Mother’s Milk Books and Magma. This is her blog http://stephaniearsoska.co.uk/