The Toaster
two slim slots
call my name
fill me up
feed my emptiness
plugged, they spark
dance happily
complete now they are
pops out warmness
fresh and new
hollow becomes them
loneliness sets in
alone they remain
crumbs linger in their memories
reminders of lost pleasure
and passion they once knew
About “The Toaster”
I have no idea why….or what….no words.






