‘it was just a toy’

her destruction was methodical
a reversal
of the process in which the toy structure
had been assembled
she unwound a screw
loosening the first support strut
then left her work for a time
so none would be the wiser
returning to unscrew another
the structure teetered
but still withstood her sabotage
and on it went
until she pulled the linchpin
the pieces toppled to the ground
with a wordless sound
left for the child to discover
mother’s cold attentions
could not assuage the tears
he was just a boy
it was just a toy


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