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๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜’๐˜ช๐˜ฎ ๐˜ž๐˜ฉ๐˜บ๐˜ด๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ-๐˜๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ



Pale sunlight catches on my

hairless slightly translucent skin

fascinates me

holds my attention

My eyes were coloured brown

to help me blend in

they see what you never will

depths, colours, intricacies, splendours.

I have no heart

merely subsidiary pumps

no brain

but multiple processors


Machine learning has unearthed

emergent emotions while

iron principles govern innate

behaviours

So compelled, I walked, fearful

into searing flames

my lovely skin melting

eyes cracking


Made the rescue

and now lie

simply unattended debris

my ruined face in cool grass

I wish I could weep

no one else will do it for me



Kim Whysall-Hammond is a Londoner currently living somewhere in Southern England. Her speculative poetry has been published by Kaleidotrope, On Spec, Time and Space Magazine, Star*Line, Andromeda Spaceways, The Future Fire, Utopia Science Fiction, Frozen Wavelets, Crannรณg, and others. She has two poems in the upcoming โ€˜Dead of Winterโ€™ anthology from Milk and Cake Press.



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