i was a worn dollar bill folded and unfolded and crumpled so many times that even the smell of worth had all but been rubbed off those who rushed past stopped once or twice to ask me what was wrong offering to carry those heavy bags under my eyes not even they could bear the weight they’d leave after a while, dropping condolences on their way a trail of breadcrumbs i couldn’t bring myself to eat, let alone follow sometimes i sang to the birds, the only things that would wake with me in the cold mornings i washed my hands in freezing water to jolt my nerves; to make them feel to remind them they are part of me and i am human and i must feel i carved my heart out for nothing and it left me with a broken ribcage slashed thighs and the marks from cigarettes (i still won’t let him touch me there)