New toys

They will always be better than the old musty doll

Missing half it's hair

Limbs bent in irreversible ways

Because a new toy brings with it

The ability to be broken

To be able to raze ruin upon a crisp fresh canvas

And the once loved-

Once cherished-

Once pulled and prodded-

Toy of the past

Lay face down

Receding to the blanket of dark abyss beneath the bed

Forgotten and replaced

Without oh so much of a second thought


-Flora🌼