Your golden gears grinded as they twisted in your skull.
I stared into your eyes,
Beneath your iris the gold gleamed.
You had no choice.
Your body walked with such precision that it was almost easy to forget.
But your hands were cold to touch.
Your words were croaky,
An off key drone that left me numb.
“I love you”.
I knew you were fake,
False auburn hair stitched into prosthetic skull.
Silicon lips and bosom.
Nothing was natural here.
But I still believed you.