She rattles at the rage

in her cage

in her soul

Where the steam

pushes at the seams

and takes its toll

She stands squarely unaware

as they stare

so astute

Observing top hat,

corseted dress like that

and Machina boots

Unbound at last

Trigger happy fast

On the run

Make or break

no give; all take

Soft spoken and yet hard spun

In perfected deconstruction

Finding function

in each curl

and release

in every piece.

Steampunk girl!