Apr
10
It hurts when you leave me
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I walked, slowly, into the room, as I had done many times before. The lights were on, but two of the bulbs had previously expired, leaving the room in partial darkness.
As I stepped through the door, I left my pinky toe behind. For some reason he (it) wanted to remain on the outside of the door frame. I am not sure why that decision was made.
He (it) looks different now. Older? More mature? I am not sure about that, but he’s definitely a different shade of me. Darker, more sinister.
Oh and a tad swollen
