Just one hug.

An old worn out bear
with one button eye
and broken stitches for a mouth
laid in isolation thinking to itself.
Just one hug,
why do they no longer have the time?
I am worth one hug.
The bear thought about it
shaking itself loose
from its dusty spot
under the bed
there was little light down there
and as it came up
its little button eye
was stunned by the sun
coming from the window
where the curtain had a hole.
It looked around
and found it
the perfect solution
to its problem.
It needed a hug
snuggling was its specialty
and nobody wanted to snuggle.
The bear could fix that
grabbing a long rope like belt
hanging from a hook on the door
it made its way down the hall
and out to the kitchen.
It waited till the grownup
had its head turn
to the coffeemaker.
The bear climbed up an old kitchen stool
as the grownup stayed distracted
it pounced with the rope like belt
strangling the grownup till their eyes bulged out
and fell to the floor
and as the bear had done many times before
it crawled besides the body
allowing for an everlasting snuggle.



I asked my husband for a topic suggestion to write about. Snuggling was his response. How demented am I that the first image that popped in my head was a demented teddy bear? Being me I always need to dive within why, why would a teddy bear want to harm someone. Maybe if it was hugged more. Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina