Running from problems, farther and farther

Could it go more?

How much longer until it drops off the edge

of the world?

 

A mess of red yarn tries to link its thoughts.

Redder than the blood that it tried to spill.

Is its blood red?

 

Could it tear open its chest

Only to find nothing,

Wires stretching from one arm to the next,

Leg to leg,

Eye to eye,

Life for a life.

 

No heart, all cold.

Electricity warming the thing,

The not-human,

On the rare occasion.

Not rare enough.

Too rare for comfort.

 

A mess of red yarn tries to link its thoughts.

Redder than the blood that it tried to spill.

Is its blood red?