Flash I want someone to look at me To care about me To capture me in a moment in time But no one ever does Because that’s my job I get a lot of attention at parties But it’s short-lived And then I’m put down Cast aside Dropped Buried at the bottom of a bag They only want what I can hold That’s all I’m good for Holding memories in my defunct hands No one holds me in their warm hands For very long Often, I go to clubs or bars Shoved inside a purse or pocket And I come out for a snap Or a shot Then I’m forced back into hiding No one misses me When I’m there and gone In a flash
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Lauren Barker
