There's a crack in the floor.
I cling to it with my eyes like it's a balloon string.
Crouched in on myself, nails cutting in to my calves,
Sneakers clip by mere feet away
But I try not to notice
And I try not to wonder
If they have to try not to notice.
If I'm still long enough,
If I breathe small enough that my chest doesn't move,
And everything else is faded away -
Save the pain of my nails cutting into my calves -
I'll be just like that crack.
And I pray that they'll notice before I fall through.