i feel myself unraveling.
a little pull of thread,
in your favorite green t-shirt
is coming undone.
i am that thread
my life is that pull
and i am coming undone.
i feel myself forgotten.
the dirty penny
you recieved as change from a meaningless purchase
now tucked away safely between piles of garbage.
i am dirty
meaningless
garbage.
i feel myself unwanted.
your least favorite colour crayon
was used by a rowdy toddler
it's current state:
shredded and broken.
i am that crayon
unwanted
used
shredded
broken.