Barefoot
we laid the eggshells in a bed full of lilies
bold adventures
treading earth
senseless, barefoot, and wide-eyed
adjacent to the most beautiful pond
yet still choosing to walk on glass
still choosing to place salt in each other's wounds
still choosing to hurt
because there is nothing else to do
Copyright © Chante Reeves | Year Posted 2018
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