Genocide

[Harbinger]

Setting aside my studies,
my nails claw at your polymer prison of color and wax.
Ungratfuly, you flee from my embrace with the last tear of your bonds.

Oh Starburst,
Why must you abandon me?

Desparately I comb the floor,
praying that you haven't fallen into the sea of dust behind my desk.
Grimacing, I plunge my blind hand into the nether to your aide.

A pencil, a dime, something unidentifiable and crunchy...
Where art thou Starburst?
Distraught and alone, I return to my chair.

I shall devour your brothers instead.