Watch me drop on the
floor.
Go on, carry on just sitting
there – looking at me.
I suppose you’ll tread on me
later and not even notice
my saturated remains being subjected to further torture when squished
into the carpet by your husband’s heel.
I’m covered in dribbles of saliva.
Your daughter spat me … out.
Discarded me.
Said I was soggy with old milk.
Nothing I can do
about the deafening
CRUNCH
as she snaps up a fresher fancy.
Don’t waste your time
Analysing the ‘contents’ on my … throwaway home.
Go on.
Stick it in the blue bin.
You don’t care about me.
You said ‘Cheerio’ to my mates and sucked them up your enormous vacuum cleaner and left me
here
no longer sodden
but disparate
dried up
in p i e c e s.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool
Source: Image of ‘Cheerio on a Journey’ is available as a Creative Commons image licensed for reuse, by the photographer Sam Bald.
Source: Image of ‘Cheerio on a Journey’ is available as a Creative Commons image licensed for reuse, by the photographer Sam Bald.
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