Monday 15 October 2012

198. White Hot Sand

The hot sand nips at my toes and heels,
burns up through the soles of my feet,
makes me remember the time as a child
the pavement turned my soles to blisters,
large, bulbous, and so overwhelmingly painful
that my body still remembers the unceasing agony
a dozen years later when the sand heats my feet.

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