i am stuck, i cannot go any further
"But you can", you say "you just need to lift your feet. It's only mud"
But you are wrong. Because i am stuck
"You do not understand," i whine. "i cannot move my feet. The mud is too sticky and i'm afraid that if i try to pick up my feet i will fall over and face plant in the process"
"You'll be fine. Just pick up your feet"
i stare at the mud. It's slick and wet. i don't want to move. That sounds like so much work. Sure, after i picked up my foot it wouldn't be that big of a deal. But the mud is sticky, and picking up my foot will be sooo hard.
"No. i will stay here. i don't want to move"
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It Could Have Been Gentle - poetry
PoesíaPoems about the bits of life that feel unnecessarily sharp. ~ Nails in palms and rock in throat and eyes latched in the ground, I open up in hopes of speech and find a choke of sound, Frantic thought of desperation fly beneath my hair, I don'...
