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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.
Copyright ©
abdul Mannan
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