Yesterday I was beautiful, people always admired me. How I shone at every occasion. I always did whatever was expected of me; come hot or cold. Just this morning I was chosen above all of the others in the cupboard.
Now look at me! I’m all over the place. My beauty is lost forever. I have no future. If I’m lucky, parts of me will finish my days sitting in the bottom of a plant pot, in the cold and dark. They won’t even know I’m there anymore.
Can you hear the titters coming from the cupboard? They’ll see, it happens to us all in the end.
I found a great writing prompt website after sitting and staring at a blank Word document for a while.