Blistered

by Karoli on November 10, 2011 · 0 comments

I have a blister,

the inevitable product of

Friction and confined spaces.

I limp home slowly.

Funny how a little toe

Can make you cry.

Nature’s cushion:

A shield of newly-killed

skin and fluid

preserving its replacement.

Soon the dead skin will fall away

New skin in its place, no pain.

A callous remains.

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