Wired

Paralyzed.

No energy surging to keep me from collapsing;
a damaged cable incapable of serving its purpose.
The connections were misfiring
and failing to make anything work;
while the current,
overused and overworked,
was held in abeyance.

Broken.

Many had tried to save me before-
to fix the cable that had already been dubbed useless-
but they had only accomplished to strip it bare,
to take apart the wires on the inside
and cut open the very thing that held them together.

Shattered.

Only lumps of plastic were left
to interwine on the ground-
my feelings, spread out for the world to see-
and wait to be in thrall of someone else
who would arrogate
and abuse them
in a way only humans could.

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