"Born and Made" by Sierra July

Born and Made

Part of her craved the water at her feet

Another part of her knew it would kill her

Not poisoned or polluted, it tempted her

Waving as though to beckon her near

She remembered how it felt before

Cool, smooth as it washed her tongue

Now her tongue wouldn't feel, couldn't

All her parts traded for metallic

But she knew, her other parts would feel

In a new way, would cry and shatter

If anything other than oil

Penetrated her lips and traveled down

--Sierra July

Poet's Notes: I've noticed the theme of androids and cyborgs gaining popularity in movies and books again and, also being a bit of a fan for all things robot-like, I wanted to write a piece on them too. This is another sentimental/tragic piece, a girl who can recall being human, needing water, craving it, now both missing and fearing it.