Ageless Clockwork

Her wind-up jaw ground up and down with the action of chewing her gum
The gears were turning in her makeshift stomach, swallowing oily bile
The goggles over her eyes gave the impression of her being underwater
The cogs continued to turn in her head, leaving her to question her existence
As the mechanisms crank and churn, she completes her data backup
All her memories are in cloud storage, nothing she knows shall be lost
She wishes to scratch an itch, but the old gears in her fingers won’t let her
Besides, how could she possibly have an itch, she no longer had skin?
She can feel cogs slowing down, the imagined pain of winding down
Age takes the metal that is her body and turns it to rust; only wiry mesh for skin
When she brings air into her body, it nourishes nothing at all
As she enters the embrace of the sea, she regrets not the loss of her life, such as it was.