No Longer

The five birthday candles peter out
Everyone's attention is diverted to something fresh
Her baby brother
Tears spring to the newly turned five year old's eyes
She turns and runs from the room, trampling her gifts
She tumbles into the bathroom, falling to the floor
Tears seep down her cheeks, her sobs gut-wrenching
It was her fifth birthday
She had used to be new, exciting, but no longer
Her baby brother had been born years ago
He wasn't much newer than she was
But he was newer
The freshly turned five year old was old, discarded
No longer did her mother read her bedtime stories
She had used to wait for her mother to arrive in bed
But one day, she had simply stopped coming
Posy waited on the floor now, ear pressed to the vent
Instead of a story, last night she heard a conversation
One alarmingly similar to one she had participated in
Her mother was having another baby
Her poor baby brother
At only three years old, he was old now, like her
They had each used to be new, but no longer

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