Electric

There is a clock ticking from somewhere deep inside him. She can feel it. At first listen, it was almost in tune with his heartbeat, just a fraction of a moment off. She feels it now, can almost see it beating from within him. How could she have mistaken it for a heartbeat? The shifting, mechanized sounds from every part of him. He exudes this mechanical life. How could she have been so foolish to assume him to be human? Of course he is a machine, the smallest movement of his arms is accompanied by a defeaning groan of metal grinding against metal. The slightest stress placed upon his shoulders result in a perfected breakdown. How did she miss it? The roar of his joints, needing to be oiled, is deafening. The ticking of his would-be heart is tearing into her ears, blasting through her mind. She has realized it too late

I’ll drop out of the sky, soar across oceans, plummet to the ground and smash with breathtaking force. Fragments of mind and body settling around me, I’ll smile at the wind, grin at the stars, and scream until I laugh at the absurdity. Just as long as you’re there to see.

Under the paper-thin surface of light you call skin, past the shadows of veins and blood. Deeper than the cinderblocks you’ve built up, past the swirling abyss of a mind infused with infinity.