Life of a spork

/// I am a spork.

Plastic.

Easy to bend, easy to break

My sharpness peels away and snaps.

I am a spoon with sharp edges. I accidentally cut someones mouth and I taste blood for the first time.

Now I am a knife. I cut with my sharpened edge and nothing can stop me

Until

I feel falling and then splat.

I'm a useless piece of plastic in a trash can. Nothing can stop me, but I am trapped.

trapped by the stench, the physical barriers. Everything has stopped me. 

My facade has fallen and I am a spork.

Broken, sharp, and shattered, but a spork. \\