SenselessHe was beautiful in the most horrible kind of way,Like broken glass and slipping fingers.Pallid and frail body nourished by tubes, IV drips,Stuck into scrawny arms, untainted by the sun's light.Worthless blue eyes reflected the skies they could never see,And white blond hair growing shaggy around a jagged face.No point tending to things he could never notice. Wearing more tubes and machinery than clothing,He sat under sterile white lights on a hospital bed.His name was Roderick, and his body was useless. ***Bodies are tools for minds to create with,Paintbrushes and appliances. But what happens when the bristles Fall