Nauseous, she collects glossy-eyed dolls, scattered behind bones, and bipolar holes,
Transparent beach sand poured from her skin, until the harsh neon sun sucked her in.
She let the dolls pull her down with them, they pulled on the wires inside of her beak,
They modified her from her face, all the way down to her feet.
They fed her for a while, and kept her in a static sea,
Watched the black trickle out of her spine, gave her plastic ecstasy.
Her chemicals began to blend, in a cloud of dopamine bliss,
It always made her purr, only to repress a sickening hiss.
Her circuitry glitched, her eyes read "Out Of Order",
She left the static, told the dolls it was all over.
Coquelicot ran from her pores, as she emerged from the shore,
Her star-lit grin distorts the sky, alone, she now watches oceans thaw.