May 12, 2012
The glint of the metal orb propped
in place of her eyeball
glittered its chrome sheen to the sun

our empty bodies stood
watching as her eyes spread,
to our collected crowd
the vague hem of her skirt
catching wind as it breaks the stillness
enveloping the mass

and we fan ourselves,
watching the dystopia revolution
taking place as she waves her hands in a caught breeze,
a yawn escapes the mouth of an onlooker to my right
a blast falls off in the distance
no doubt,
a bomb in the hemisphere

the heat wavers drearily to ninety
the sweat collects in a pool in my palm
“Meet,” she says
“Your new days.”

Behind her,
machinery pumps its way into orbit
She tilts the gems in her mouth
into a magnetic smile
“Say hello.”

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