Needless Things: Glitched Womens Anatomical Study

Her form is drawn in trembling lines, A body mapped through fractured signs, Where muscle curves and organs trace But pixels warp her sacred grace.

Ribs flicker like corrupted code, A silhouette in overload, Skin blooms in waves of static bloom, A glitch of flesh in neon gloom.

Rendered limbs in shifting light, Anatomy caught mid-bite of night, Shoulder blade to collar’s sweep— Art disturbed by data’s creep.

Her spine unravels, frame by frame, As if the system forgot her name, Yet in each glitch, a truth is shown— Imperfection makes her flesh her own.

Oh, study her in glitch and flame, Where beauty breaks yet stays the same, For even through corrupted view, Her anatomy remains—fierce, true. NNN