Descriptions disappear as students diminish me
I’m soft, squishy, and shavings get messy
I might minimize but maybe not grow
Find me flipping for the word-stick
Barely there I am, but believe I’m essential
Scribbles and scratches surround the wood-sheet
I keep you from catching a cold
Lengthy, long, and laying on layers
Of your skin-blanket, but is barely there
I can be stringy like a sweater, or soft as silk
A fabric-serpent I am, so sleek against your skin
I hang and hold on to the ends of your hair
answers: Eraser and Scarf
