There were rubies,
on her soft skin,
rubies that only stainless steel could uncover.
The rubies grew and bubbled steadily,
as the steel went to work.
She loved to watch them grow,
they were so beautiful.
Who could ever think they weren't?
They shined and sparkled in the dim light,
a bold crimson red.
The rubies seemed alive,
happy to be free of the soft case that held them in.
She smiled half-heartedly at them.
How could they be alive,
when they come from someone who is dead inside?