Month: December 2018

50) Dirty Feet (TW: suicide, sexual assault)

My feet are sore.  The good kind of sore like a scab you poke, because it’s fun to hurt a little bit.  It makes you feel alive. You told me about barefoot hiking.  You were right.  It made me slow down a lot. My feet are dirty.  I’m glad I’m alone.  But I wish I…

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