Her Hidden Claws

I knew my thoughts had become scattered,
When each line I spoke was entirely different.
Like strata in the earth,
The stages of our ships grew and changed.
An apprehensive glare now gleams gently,
Upon my face,
And I wonder if I had ever stood a chance.
I was a toy mouse and you were the graceful feline,
Slinking away and pawing at me.
Soon I felt porous and discarded,
My clothlike skin torn to tatters,
And my catnip scent couldn't lure you in anymore.
Better toys come along,
But couldn't I be your Raggedy Ann?
Have I been replaced with more astonishing,
More compelling,
More plastic and porcelain,
Improvements?
I sit unmoved and unremoved about my window,
And I look out to see the sun.
Surely if I am blind I will not see,
Those sharp glances and fond, flirtatious gestures,
Towards any other toy with a face.
But I am criminally wrong.
My senses are aware of all I cannot see.
Those touches and dances are all that I can breathe.
My lungs are filled with bittersweet laughter,
And I can't seem to exhale.
I try to cough you up,
I try to spit you out,
But more and more like a poison,
You suffocate me.
My skin is growing tighter and the walls are closing in,
And all I can do is,
Sit and grin.