You lie broken in the tray.
Each day you’re put to work, writing, teaching, explaining.
Then they just wipe it all away.
Like it never mattered.
Pretending it never even existed.
You left bits of yourself out there, and it’s swept away like dust.
It won’t be too much longer until you’re useless and replaced.
Replaced by another poor soul eager to please.
Not yet knowing the pain of being dragged across the chalkboard to no end.
Only to be erased from memory.
Erased from purpose.