This is a drawing of a beautiful woman.
Her humanity is entirely decided by me.
But now that she has come to life, she has to deal with the fact that she exists and that she has nothing to do with it.
She cannot move.
She is completely at my mercy.
But would she rather endure
or never have existed at all?
Is another world
within her grasp?
How about me?
Woman who cannot be drawn.
Cyborg from conception.
Woman parts, individual and scored.
Eyes, lips, lashes, nose, breasts, waist, stomach.
I would never want to betray my parts.
I couldn't part with my flesh.
It's mine. It's always been mine.
But some people have decided
that my data
can be reconfigured and altered with input.
And my sisters believed it.
They swapped their ribs. Interchanged parts.
So they, too, could become a drawing.