Mind the Wild

Some things are bound
contained
like you and me
Other things are left
loose and
spinning wickedly

All that remains
my
inner circuitry

It will fall, will shatter, will break

if you touch me

But I can't weep, won't feel, won't bleed

if you cut me

Some people are free
rattling
innards and bones
I am shut tight
everything in
its bloody home

Mind the wild hair
tendrils
swinging like machetes

All because
I won't break, won't break, won't...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~AEW~~~~~~~~~~~~

Where have all the zeugma gone? <-- Yet Again, Poetry