Stepped over it
by lxvia
· 11/01/2026
Published 11/01/2026 18:46
Stepped over it.
A faded hopscotch grid
on the cracked pavement.
Rain had smeared the lines
into sad, pale ghosts.
A broken pink stick
lay beside it, dissolving.
Going nowhere.
Like most things.
Just a mess.
Pointless.
Wash away, why don't you?
Get it over with.