I am spat out of your mouth
I have lost count of numbers
picked off the ground chewed up
and spat out
I'm a tasteless chewing gum
stretched to its extent
my self-worth has been swallowed up
mixed with your toxic saliva
taken away from me, stolen
leaving a vessel hanging on the edge
building block corners appeal to me
I need to feel something
will the ground smashing tears back into my eyes
provide me shelter?
will it warm me?
or leave me as shattered
stuck to the asphalt guiding your feet forwards
shuffling over me
like I don’t exist