eeerie silence spread.....
only a distant "chunk" sound fades away when another abandoned toaster releases its springs a final time...
here in the graveyard of toasters...
a faint whiff of toast lingers in the breeze
the wind picks up small black crumbles of what was once bread.... lets it gentle run along the orderly rows of resting toasters....
red, yellow, slivery.. all colours..
with the distinctive burnt look as telltale of a hot end...
Cords like spent lifelines trailing on sides, some long, some short, some cut

The dreams of hot bread
popping up
released from the hot embrace
inside
still lingering
in the springs
resting spent
released

another toaster has met its end
and joined the silent
row of its brethren....