Toy Story (Free verse) by whispern_smoke_wisp
I can feel my heart
beating in my chest
and all over my body,
(which does not, by the way, open up in the back,
like Mr. Potato Head.)
My nerves have been shot
by plastic green army men with small helmets,
and I feel like I'm beings streched out all over the place
like that odd little slinky dog
in Toy Story.
Maybe the Claw really is the master.
I can feel the clear plastic walls closing in on me,
I'm drowning in a sea of lime green and plastic
loosing my identity to the whole.
I now feel my control slipping away,
as I see the strangers on the outside
who are now
controlling my destiny.
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