Death of a Plot-Bunny
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She died today.
Stuck between the pages in a notebook.
She was left forgotten,
An idea lost in the winds.
She will try to be remembered,
Tugging at the corners of the mind.
But she will be promised that the mind will return another day.
Her world has stopped,
But she doesn't know why.
She'll beg at first, but then,
The color will drain from her cheeks
And she'll stop reaching phantom arms
And phantom cries out to the mind.
She'll sit. Broken.
Her story will go unfinished,
Her tale never told.
All because the mind that created her forgot her.
She will be left in a notebook to rot,
The rest of her story never making it past the finger tips of the mind.
But she won't know that it has happened.
She won't know anything at all.
Finish your stories.