North Pole

I put magnets to my chest and they cling to my stainless steel heart. I'm drawn to the metallic; my wrought iron skeleton is wrought with too pillowy of flesh. I clank, my gears grind unlubricated. I'll rust myself to sleep at night. I click away hours spent making a a cadence with my steel tongue on a bear trap. I creak in the wind and sway like sky scraper in heels before I think myself to death