Watching Your Two Week Old Tea Bag

“She use to see so clearly, now she sees through me” said the brand new glasses. “I use to flow in the wind, now I am as stiff as a pole in a subway car” said the newly cut jelled up hair. “I’m actually quit sane” said the pillow with the writing on it that says ‘People say psycho like it’s a bad thing’ “I have been with you for years, watching as you grow older, bigger while I stay the same. Always watching as you change.” said Sally the rag doll I’ve had since I was a baby. “I had a dream that as technology advanced I would advance with it. But I didn’t.” said the radio with the broken dial on the dime store shelf. “I was once a beautiful plant capable of many things. Now I have been scolded and reduced to mere garbage.” said the teabag. “As I am gripped and thrown around, when my life’s blood isn’t being scribbled out of me I wonder ‘What did I do to deserve this?’” said the two week old pen. “It feels so good when you wrap me around your throat. Ah yes, bind me tighter. It feels so good…” said the chocker made of bone. “I am being constantly violated. So many things have slid in and out of me you wouldn’t even know. And I’ve been raped so many times I’ve lost count. I can’t even tell the police because they’ve done it too.” said the metro card swipe.