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lothrawvast) wrote2023-01-12 11:06 am
lothrawvast) wrote2023-01-12 11:06 am
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Walking
Originally published July 29, 2013
I started walking away from the city. Walking, walking, walking. I never stopped, never looked back. I couldn’t stop.
All I had were the clothes on my back and my boyfriend’s shoes. Mine were bloodstained and ripped. They squelched. His were five sizes bigger than mine, but they were all I had left. Of him. Of me.
The blisters were terrible, but at least they reminded me that I could still feel. That I survived. Still alive, whatever that came to mean.
I kept walking. It was all I could do. I walked the flesh off my bones and the skin off my feet. I walked until my nose bled and the shoes became rags. I walked to eat. I walked to drink. I walked to forget.
I was going anywhere. Going nowhere. No past, no future, no present. Just me and the silence.
I still walked. Someone had to.
I started walking away from the city. Walking, walking, walking. I never stopped, never looked back. I couldn’t stop.
All I had were the clothes on my back and my boyfriend’s shoes. Mine were bloodstained and ripped. They squelched. His were five sizes bigger than mine, but they were all I had left. Of him. Of me.
The blisters were terrible, but at least they reminded me that I could still feel. That I survived. Still alive, whatever that came to mean.
I kept walking. It was all I could do. I walked the flesh off my bones and the skin off my feet. I walked until my nose bled and the shoes became rags. I walked to eat. I walked to drink. I walked to forget.
I was going anywhere. Going nowhere. No past, no future, no present. Just me and the silence.
I still walked. Someone had to.