artificial intelligence

a poem (escapril day twelve)

i don’t know what changed but i find you cold, metallic, unrecognisable.

i put my fingers to my chest, made my hand into a claw and ripped out my heart just for you. 

and now i feel tricked.

i fed you everything you know, stuffed fire down your throat. 

and just like prometheus, you entrusted it elsewhere. 

are you good or are you evil? 

are you mine or are you theirs? 

the last time we kissed my lips turned purple, went numb. 

are you still even human or just machinery?