Ivory latex skin cracked and faded,
revealing your grey withered form –
each stain perhaps a memory
a moment etched in time.
Sturdy and supportive yet – dissolved –
worn with use and abuse.
A clear purpose, neglected.
Indistinct and unnoticed, perhaps always.
Yet someone cared once, laboured once in creation.
Passed on, never revisited.
Left to your own fate, until disposed.
