Synthetic Soul

Moldable metal magic shell.

We formed a humanoid female unit

with synthetic soul.

Deposited in an alien world

to exist, observe, experience, take note

among lookalikes

the slippery kind.

Masters of green cotton and linen

shadow spiders spinning their algorithm

a broken bureau of minds

like hollow drawers

ancient souls in office, calling the score.

Inside,

she follows Earth’s greatest play

act on and on and on.

Pull back the curtain.

See?

A fine-tuned ruse to divide for eternity.


The human loop is masterfully draining.


When her unit malfunctions

blissful withdrawal is certain.
written by kirsten curcio
written by kirsten curcio

Kirsten is a mother and wife. She has driven through the Smoky Mountains twice, survived a hurricane, and loves nature, travel, art, and photography.

Ghost Human Bones offers fiction lovers short stories and poetry. Dive into surreal, romantic, funny, haunting myths of our world and beyond by Kirsten Curcio.
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