the chirping cicadas remind her
of that awful day seventeen years go
we can rebuild you, they told her
better than new, stronger
years later, it’s a natural extension
of her body, obeying without pause
whether she’s playing the piano,
or slicing an enemy just as she was sliced
cyborg, they call her now
and she sees more and more
of her kind, those that are
accident victims, or like her, killers
it’s truly a marvel of modern engineering
this hand that feels and touches
even better than the real thing.
It can even feel his ever so slight,
suppressed revulsion,
when she touches him softly
Author notes: wc 106 https://allpoetry.com/contest/2784674-Artwork-Inspired-Prompt
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