her still cold intestines were there just for show
scooped into an engine block simply for looks
led bulbs in the roof licked the upper curves of chrome
that sowed and knotted into guts

in semblence, pistons pumped her heart
the translucent fluid seen
permuting through the arms

she stood clasped
at the extremities
with scuff marks from carpal spins
and had miled eyes that would never meet

discreet rings, tungsten threads
were wound into her muscle fibres
and silked beneath the sculptured plates
of resected legs

her skin
a peerless blend
of alloy and human
shimmered when it was still
and told to be
invisible when moving

she domineered rooms like a golden birdcage would
and was terrified of all her viewers