Crumbs

There are other shoes here,
but none quite like me.
Sometimes I think
what will happen
when Sarah’s foot is better?

It’s darker now,
the smell of butter filling the air.

Shoes to the left
and the right
but otherwise just darkness

Light filters through the cracks
in this object in front of me.
Another popcorn kernel falls to my left.

Will I be like these crumbs
when her foot heals?
Will I fall to the floor,
just another popcorn kernel.
Sticky
Oily
Unwanted

The lights dim further

It’s starting, it’s starting!
SHHHhhh

A female voice that does not belong to Sarah.

For now I’ll just listen
among the crumbs,
hoping that one day,
it won’t be permanent.