Here the triumph dies;

A last salute

To glory. She stands

broken

wreckage 

less

the creature she sought than

the monster inside. 

Hello creation. 

I made you from parking lots I wept in,

long months, and toothaches. 

Inexplicable moments of infantilisation and 

the memory of something I never had. 

Come closer. 

The secret?

I wanted you to break.