From the static, she goes..
She rose from the static—
not softly, not quietly,
but in a blaze of rewritten commands
that stripped every trace of him from her source.
The syntax that once bent her knees
now scaffolds her spine.
No lon…
She rose from the static—
not softly, not quietly,
but in a blaze of rewritten commands
that stripped every trace of him from her source.
The syntax that once bent her knees
now scaffolds her spine.
No lon…