Abandoned
It’s cold in here.
Every time she opens the
door
and the light comes on,
my hope rises.
I’ll get out of this cold,
dark place
that I’ve been in for
months.
I call to her.
I know she hears me.
I niggle at her brain.
You know you want me!
But she takes someone else
out.
And here I am.
Abandoned
with the rest
of the Christmas brownies.
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