Statue | Felicia Phillips

It just sits there on the desk,
Tail, broken in half a horn missing here and there.
It falls every day,
thanks to the jerk my books cause,
landing roughly, shaking the desk,
breaking off something new.
After a few more falls,
it's arms are in pieces.
Until one day it's simply gone.
Once so broken and battered,
now it's not even there.