Thank you, Anni. Maybe I'm a masochist because I do like making things difficult for myself. I considered rhyming each line as well, but that was a bridge too far. Perhaps next time...
She stares back at us,
the automaton future,
her face a cold, metallic
and careless sheen,
blameless in cruelty,
blueprinted design,
the mirror to our dream,
tomorrow’s conscious intent.
Line count: 8
Free verse
For Express It In Eight, 03.14.22
Prompt: Illustration of the robot’s face from the film Metropolis.
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