My bones melt
Clay sticks in a toddlers mouth
In the wrong place
Being muitlated and twisted
I'm supposted to be stored
In a dry
Room tempture place
With out the stripping rays
Of the sun

Skin peeling off in rusty strips
The gummy snap back like
A broken hair band
The heat crackling
Chapping and blistering
I'm supposted to be laid to rest
Not over stretched or
Over done

But instead I'm exactly
Where I'm not supposted to be

People say
Loneliness is a killer
But

When you're on your own
There is no one to let you down