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.

12 Comments Add yours

  1. I enjoyed this poem. Caught my eye on my feed. Great job!

    1. Kirsten says:

      Thank you so much for reading! 😊

  2. Really cool. 😎 Awesome work.

    1. Kirsten says:

      Thanks for checking it out! Much appreciated. πŸ™‚

  3. Pooja G says:

    Really loved the poem!

    1. Kirsten says:

      I’m happy you liked it, thank you for reading Pooja! πŸ™‚

      1. Pooja G says:

        You’re very welcome!

  4. Mike U. says:

    As a teen, I used to read OMNI magazine, which published sci-fi and speculative fiction. This poem reminds me so much of some of the stories I read back then. It’s brilliant, and leaves me wanting more. (I was such a sci-fi nerd back then that I’d bring my OMNI mags to school every day to read during class; who needs to take notes or listen to lectures when you can read about metallic fembots and spaceships, right? πŸ˜€ ) Nicely done, Kirsten. πŸ™‚

    1. Kirsten says:

      That’s awesome! I’d want to read about fembots and spaceships anytime anyplace. Thank you for reading πŸ™‚

  5. bloglifenstuff40b7eba1f1 says:

    You, ma’am, have a way with words!!

    1. Kirsten says:

      Kind words. πŸ˜ƒ Thank you!

      1. bloglifenstuff40b7eba1f1 says:

        Very deserving of them! You’re welcome!

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