Scrubbed

Scrubbed

Trash in the street.

Tossed under trucks.

Muddied and torn.

Picked up by the wind.

Flung in the gutter.

I am.

Gust of frigid air catches it again.

Bending backwards, forwards, sideways, upside-down

Crazy.

Whipped around, and around, blinded, ripped, bleeding

Trash in the street.

I am.

Once a pretty picture.

Drawn by a child’s hand.

Now stained with dog shit

Muddy boot prints.

Passed over and over and over

Again, by cars, buses, trucks.

Forgotten.

I am.

You trampled me.

Scrub scrub scrub SCRUB!

Can’t scrub the pain away.

I am.

Numb.

I am.

Gone.

I am.

Scrubbed.

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