I sit there, still, on the piece of paper.
Someone picks me up until my nib is touching the smooth paper.
I get moved from side to side, quickly.
"Whoops"
They throw me to the ground.
I see my shadow on the paper, like a scribble.
They pick up something from next to them.
The rub it up and down on the paper, removing me, my shadow, what I am.
The eraser doesn't like me.
No-body does.