On the Disappearance of My Pet That Once Glowed

My friend I no longer
can nourish you
with the grainy milk
that others feed
to your factory-brothers

As you shrivel
and your smooth glass
loses its glow

I look elsewhere

or try to but I can't
help but turn my head
as the escaping
shrieks out a pinhole
so I throw you in the drawer
where I left her heart
and walk away

until your screaming
finally ends.