Plastic cups.
Everything went fuzzy
and all around me was green.
Each new pair of heels that walked past made me want to rip my hair out.
Then I'd be even shorter than them.
Then they could continue to look
and laugh.
Teeth glowed under the black light.
I came in and out of the room.
Each time,
I tried to find him.
But when I did, he was not who I was looking for.
How did I end up on the street?
This time, no bare feet.
This time with my hair down
and a pair of glasses I stole.
I took them so I could play the part in a movie.
But I was never on screen.
No one saw me.
I sat idly in the background.
Each scene, they'd
cut and cut and cut again.
Until there were so many lashes on me,
I couldn't even bleed.