her body was a vein in a goldmine,
a corpse in the desert, and like the
vulture he was he picked her clean,
tore her limb-from-limb until she
couldn't see, until the gears came
spilling out her mechanical heart,
steam-powered love, he drank the
coolant from her veins and let
crystals form in his soul, bright
antifreeze eyes and motor oil lips,
he let her body rust as he licked his
talons clean of her impurities.

she wasn't worth a karat.