Perplexed Behemo

She’s all bones and no guts. Gutless, heartless, only cold and unfeeling bones.

The only flesh on her is her arm muscles, developed by repeatedly performing one action: raising the gun. There is no substance to her besides her right to “bare” arms. She has no hands, she is not able to put down the weapon. Her sole function is to uphold violence.

She has eyes to see and yet she keeps them closed. She has ears to hear, but no hands to cover them. So she cannot avoid hearing all of the cries from all of the people who suffer by her and her mother. But she has no mouth to speak with.

She has no voice. She has no ability to communicate outside of violence. She has no choice.