Play Thing

I am just a play thing.

A fidget toy in the back of your nightstand

that you’ll forget you ever had.

A pet to walk, once a week, to the edge of white cliffs,

so you can laugh while I fight the urge to jump.

I’m a collection of skin and bones,

you’ll stumble upon and pick apart and wish that there were more of.

I’m a dressed up plastic doll, and I come with my own batteries.

Take them out and watch the light drain from my painted eyes.

I’m just a play thing, and I’m funny

but not for very long.

When the joke is over, and it’s time to leave,

there’ll be no second thoughts.

Play things get outgrown

and left behind to rot.