I am garbage. I am a piece of trash. Entirely without worth as a living breathing thing, and much more useful as an object to be used and thrown away, in that anyone gets any use at all out of me. I am the kind of fetid trash that is so repugnant it can only be immediately carted far away from a well kept home as not to offend its occupants. Im not a special piece of trash, not even valid as a conversation piece or memory. Im common trash, daily trash, entirely unmemorable.

I lay, with other replaceable trash like me, beside the city street. Thrown from my home, where I could not be of service, where my presence made my keepers upper lip raise on one side towards their nose as if trying to seal it off from a rank smell. I lay now with my shoulderblades on cold cement and my eyes blankly staring towards the sky. I think my eyes are blank, I hope theyre blank. Blank and gray. So that a glance could inform passersby that nothing of significance is taking place behind them. Trash swarms over me, trash like me. I feel what I imagine to be a roach crawl over my forearm. I hate roaches, I find them to be the most deploreable. I envy them. They neednt consider their lot in life. They ask themselves no questions and are not sensitive to answers.

I feel a tug at my shin, and the sky above me moves. Good, turn me over, I dont deserve to see the sky. My useless body flops to its stomach and I feel my rear end raised. Useful. This is what Im useful for. The assailant grabs my hair and lifts my face from the cement, he looks at me. I look past him. Some part of me is dead, and has stopped searching for human connection. I dont feel the inclination to meet his eyes, the natural will to has died somehow. I just watch him glance over me from my peripherals. He kisses me. He must approve of me. I let him play with my limp and listless tongue until thin strands of saliva drip down my chin and hug my neck. He drops me when he becomes bored. I dont make any effort to catch myself, so my head quickly smacks into the ground. I chip a tooth. It hurts. I let out the slightest of mumbles, a light murmer to satisfy mt bodies desire for me to do something about the pain. He says something about me being alive, and I feel him punch me twice in the back of the head. It hurts less than the tooth. But yes. This is right. Use me like this. I want my worthless shell to be made useful by you, to be recycled, to have some second hand value to even just a stranger. Make me a punching bag. Enjoy raping me.

I feel his hands come to my lifted hips. I smell something earthy and pungent as i hear him unzip. He lifts a maid skirt up over my raised rear. I feel him try to enter, and then succesfully enter me. Hes about as thick as a pingpong ball but it doesnt matter. It hurts. It hurts enough that as he begins to thrust, I begin to cry. I let out meaningless moans and whimpers. I dont want him to stop. I dont want tk scream and draw attention to him. I want him to finish raping me. To have made me useful. I hear him say something about my whimpering, but I dont make an effort to stop, letting out quiet, droning groans as I hear him rustle around for something in his clothing. He tells me to shut up. Just as Im thinking I want him to shut me up, I feel a punch in the back I soon realize was a blade. Right between my ribs, movement lets me feel it burn its edge into my left lung. I feel them pool with blood, and my breaths come out in wheezes. Im drowning. I dont have time to think anymore about how this is my worth, how I deserve this. For a couple of blissful, ascended seconds, I get to worry for my life, to think about death. Theres a moment where an expression other than exhaustion crossed my face, primal terror mustve shown up for just a few seconds when I realized Id been stabbed, but it was to late. I reach my hand futally towards my mouth only to feel it drag heavily through blood thats pooling under my face as it leaks from my lips. And then... I let the terror pass, and embraced the moment completely. First, my tears stopped. And then my body became to heavy to move. And then everything became black as I felt him shift back and forth behind me, though Im certain I didnt close my eyes. I stayed un the black, motionless, far away place for several minutes as things got colder and colder until I felt the last thing I ever would. His cum flooding into me, the warmest thing in my body now. I try to clench or buck my hips for him, but I cant move my body but for sudden, uncontrolled twitches. My brain is misfiring. My systems are shutting down. Im not going to get to feel him pull out, being a used condom is the last feeling Im ever going to have. I hope that I was useful for him. I hope I can be properly thrown away.