Metal Abduction

Wet sinew of the
Soul.
It drips and oils the joints in your metal skin
And cries out in silence to return to its shell.

You're just jealous. You don't have one and never will
So,
This is what you do.

Sharp copper taste burns my
Tongue
Through binds and wires, milk and probes
It's one way to make me
Undone.
Although I'm human you cracked my
Code.