I took you into my hands
and fiddled,
your seconds tickling my palms
as I twirled you
around my fingers
carelessly.
I apologize for that.
II
I took a whiff of you
and almost choked.
All the dust and grime
hiding under your nails
raised a cloud thought.
III
I gently pressed you up to my ear
to hear the pulsing beats
hiding behind my heart.
The names they gave you
were not your names at all.
They never listened.
They never asked.
IV
I gently took a nibble
and felt you run out of my mouth,
dribbling as little crumbs
that slipped through my teeth.
You laid on the bed
with only three hands
V
I sat you down and stared
rudely, perhaps.
But you are so strange,
still ticking along
mindlessly. I cry,
wishing you could be free of me.
And I of you
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