Wiped Clean

break me

break me into a million pieces

break me until i am dust

break me until i am soot
break me until i am nothing,
moving —
below Love's dancing feet

(i feel your toes)

up
down
left
right

it is the gripping that keeps
life
from
moving

like nails on a chalkboard
the ego screams
when i ask
for the slate
to be wiped
clean.