How long must I live my life like a pez dispenser?
Pouring out from inside me
All that defines me
Into the hands of those that despise me
Watching my enemies eat my entrails
Leaving me a raw, empty shell
a relic of a fast-fading fad, forgotten in a land-fill
with a stamp on my forehead proclaiming to the world what I am
MADE IN CHINA no. 30478295
I am nothing,
wasted plastic, bereft of all that made me worthwhile
I am nothing
You are nothing
We are all nothing.
We are like drops of rain falling from blue sky
onto the heads of people walking by
gone just as soon as we've arrived
with our hellos so close to our goodbyes
that they might as well have exchanged places.
We are nothing.
And we leave nothing behind,
just people, staring up into the clear and cloudless blue
asking themselves:
Now what, was the point of that?
The work of a girl-woman whose sole talents are writing and being lazy.
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