A Wish in The Heel

I squeak from exhaustion, scrub vomit from the school floors, absorb the weight of every spilled secret behind washroom doors. I smell of bleach and failure. polish mirrors for reflection and selfie. I perform invisible magic tricks - No one sees the man who walks in me. I endure the mockery of polished sneakers. A rare "thank you' keeps me walking. The mop lands on me so often like a bored companion teasing. I resist collapse, with tape and hope. Hold a wish like a pebble in my heel. I seal the day behind the mighty bars into a night that forgets how to heal.