Musings of A Pencil

Unfamiliar grip

Of ruthless hand, followed by

The painstaking slam

She imbeds her teeth

Ever so deep, leaves behind

Scars that never heal

Yellow and black, thin

Rubber for a brain, erased

All you have written

Charcoal letters drawn

Upon flat white surface lines

That you did not read

Call me number 2

But don’t be alarmed when I

Become your first love…