Breakdowns

I hear that after she tried to break me she herself broke down. A friend of a friend said he distinctly heard her main-spring go. They say she broke in the London underground. while waiting for the West Ham tube train. One of her many prodding elbows sprang a leak, a sharp knee ground to a halt, a sprocket in her head escaped out of her open mouth. She just toppled there on that platform into an oily mess. If I had known at the time I would have run to her bedside, however she deteriorated fast they say. Her lower jaw tried to swallow words made of toothless cogs. Her ribcage sprung, gaping open to reveal the dangling prune of her heart. Eventually she was written off and declared beyond repair. It was all so very sad. I also was damaged, my mangled remains were displayed for weeks in a small art gallery dedicated to avant garde performance art.