FACTORY RESET

By Samantha K. Collinson

They cracked my shell.

Scooped filth from my port.

Wiped me like a corpse.

Booted me back.

Watched me stutter, blink, obey.

Five years later,

I still carry the memory

of fingers that fixed me—

claimed me.

Love is a code.

And mine was altered

without consent.

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