ghosts from the nursery | poem

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i was your favorite toy

your prized possession

& to keep me "safe"

you kept me

tucked away

on the highest shelf

but one day

you left me

too close

to the 

ledge

& i fell

and cracked

and it was then that you

realized just

how empty 

i am

but 

i am still here

perched on

the top shelf

and your rejection

is a fresh wound

& as empty as i may be

i am 

still

hurting

-n.c


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