Teddy Bear and His Used Heart

November 6, 2010
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… Imprisoned in a room filled with monsters,
Teddy Bear stares at the white-washed walls.
They hold the answer to a question-
Ever since he got there.

Teddy Bear stares at the walls,
Fire burns in the forest that colors his eyes.

From the ceiling,
Rain falls on his snow-colored-
And darkness-speckled fur.

Each drop plops on the bump-
Which forms Teddy Bear’s stomach.

Plop. Plop. Plop.

All he hears is buzzing from the silence-
And the rain plopping on his stomach.

Buzzz. Buzzz. Buzzz. Plop. Plop. Plop.

Monsters are getting into Teddy Bear’s head-
And heart and eating him from the inside.

The monsters avoid his heart,
Since there is nothing left of it.

It twisted and crumpled from use,
Was burnt to ashes from a fire still raging in him.
It still burns and crackles.

Crick. Crack. Crick. Crack.

The sounds now squeeze his brain.

Squish. Squish. Squish…

Until nothing is left of his brain.

Now, Teddy Bear must go…
He mustn’t stay there.
He cannot wait for it any longer.
It will never bring back what was destroyed…

… Teddy Bear must go forward to save what’s left of him…
Or else he will disappear…

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