Just a Piece of Garbage

Walking around feeling dull

Wanting to keep going

 but you feel the stink on your skin

It has drenched your body

Leaving no surface untouched.

You are insignificant

 like a particle of dust

Floating in the air,

Landing on a surface

A surface untouched

With nothing around

But empty space.

You are thrown from your safety nest

Awaken by the cold sweat of another

Taken from the warmth you are thrown away

Into a big black trash bag

Just like a piece of garbage.

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