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.