she taps her chubby pink eraser against her equally chubby pink lips.
they're chapped and ****** but she's too distracted to care.
her feet fall out from beneath her.
the sun attacks her as she hits the wet cement.
she drops her ****** eraser, falling among worms and blades of grass.
she's oblivious to the wetness that engulfs her.
she's slowly
wholly
swallowed by cement.
the birds still chirp.
the sun still shines.
but the worlds a little different without that eraser of mine.