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.