Its Tuesday morning,
The store just opened.
I fear that today might be the day.
Its been four days since I was shelved
by, “Hi, My Name Is Molly”, and I haven't
Thoughts of this day, have waged war on my mind
since I got separated from the bunch I called
This fear has taken me.
The others can see it through
the rotting of my, once sturdy, exterior.
My color used to shine vibrantly,
as if I bathed in the yellow strip of a rainbow.
But now I show streaks of brown, as dull as
a dim light bulb.
What once, was a smooth and protective barrier,
is now mushy, and weak, like a baby's fat.
I'm losing my mind, just eat me already...