Machine

 

Dear humans,

I've broken this beautiful Machine. I'm not sorry.

It's become to much. I've tired of patching the pipes. I now watch them, listen to them, feel them burst and fill the room with acidic vapor. I'm not sorry.

I watch the gears jam. And the cogs break. And crack. I no longer wish to replace them. I'm not sorry.

I now listen as sirens go off. Screaming, wailing, screeching. I've tired of repairing this Machine. Warning lights flash red. Crimson. Carnelian. I'm not sorry.

I feel the sting of the vapor in my eyes, nose, throat. The thousand wounds acquired repairing the machine. I'm not sorry.

You will understand. I don't expect to be forgiven.

 

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Comments

[NorwegianPsyGeek]

This your original? must say im impressed =D kudos