Tessa Marshall

Rookie (May 11 1997 (I'm only 12, I'm not dead yet) / Etobicoke (How am I supposed to know the hospital?))

Mechanical Angel - Poem by Tessa Marshall

The Mechanical Angel
Is made of tin
Put together with screws
And mixed with sin.

The Mechanical Angel's
Paint never fades.
Underneath her perfect fingers
Hide hidden blades.

The Mechanical Angel
Must constantly grease her joints.
Her nails are sharp
And her teeth filed to points.

The Mechanical Angel's
Head is dusty.
She is uncared for,
She's getting rusty.

The Mechanical Angel
Cannot feel.
She cannot hear, cannot understand,
Her wings are made of steel.

The Mechanical Angel
Is made of tin.
She shuts the world out
And locks herself in.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 24, 2010

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