The Toy

A treasure untreasured, abandoned and forgot In a darkened closet much like a burial plot Misremembered kisses, hugs no longer felt Twisting into bitterness, where lonesome dwelt Memories wrapped in soft stuffing Threadbare keepsake suffering Cracked plastic smile full of secrets A slow darkening uniqueness Awakened within static button eyes And malevolent intent began to arise Replacing the love long since perished Within the toy once so cherished Now nursery rhymes are reworded wrong Bent and broken but vile and strong Weaving into the life and dreams Of ‘the one who forgot’, causing screams Growing tendrils mixed with memory and fright Gaining strength with each passing night Worming its presence into flesh and bone Nevermore, nevermore to be alone And now with one quick and final thrust The Toy arises and shakes off its dust Reaches out and takes control Owning ‘the warm one’ body and soul