Happy Circumstance, by AngusEcrivain
The box arrived late one night, a delivery from IKEA
It was long gone supper time but she thought, "Fuck it! I got an idea."
So she pulled from the box the instructions, the put-it-together schematics
And spent several hours on the living room floor surrounded by screws and shit
*
Come first light there he stood, a mechanical man in all his glory
All that remained was to wind the clock in his chest she was excited; this was far from boring
She wound and wound for hours and hours until she felt resistance
And when she was done she took a step back and watched the growing, happy circumstance
*
The mechanical man he smiled at her, and gestured she ought bend over
She did as he bade and hoisted her skirts, permitting him to plough her
But the mechanical man, advanced he might've been but he knew not when to stop
And that's how she died, impaled on his huge metal cock
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Tevun-Krus #43 - ClockPunk
Science FictionThe TK Crew take on ClockPunk this month. Come on in and check out a multitude of short stories, regular features and the return of an old favourite!
