The toy

I am shaky and exhausted.  My choices have caught up.  I’ve had so much fun but have nothing at the end of the day.  I don’t know what I thought would be gained.  I hang out with people who are trying to escape.  Together, we live these nights but, I can’t share them.  In the morning, I’m alone as always.  Sometimes I’m weaker or a little more empty.  They go back to what they had and I’m a fun memory.  I’m the toy that helped them feel alive.

Just waiting.. for someone to want to play again.. for someone to need that distraction..


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