A wrong step
I stepped on a broken tile
White cracks, but black void
A sound, and I fell into a black
Can't see which way is up now
People walk above me with
Raw rubbed soles telling stories
About having somewhere to be
But I suspect they never get there
nevertheless I write their
unfinished stories on my arms
Wondering where the stones
lead them to fall
Do people watch their step at all
During rush hour when work's
Done? I'm running out of skin
And I still haven't a clue
I tread my lips slowly
wondering, where my words
disappeared in walls and
where my eyes turned blind
I still keep faith that all four sides
won't cave in, tell all my secrets
to the next wanderer who
takes the wrong step
I am clenching my jaws now
Pinching my brows,
every sound the feels
like the beginning of a crack
Maybe, maybe I can live here
if I make this place my own
But I am just waiting, passing time by
Incase this ground swallows
me down too, deserting my attempts
to make another home
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●🥀♡🥀● written in collaboration with a beautiful soul and an amazing writer @interstellar-whispers ♥