barefoot
she stood barefoot;
flexing her pygmy toes in
her mother's
winter slippers-
smooth, young,
pearl-white skin
peeking through tufts of
pink faux-down fur.
(chin up, close
her eyes, because
what wouldn't she
do to grow up.)
she stood barefoot,
flexing her calloused feet atop
her daughter's battered
fifth-grade sneakers-
rough, stiffened,
mildew grey skin
nestled in the knots of
frayed purple shoelaces.
(chin tucked, close
her eyes, because
she'd do anything
to go back.)
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Selahkx
This is incredible. You should submit it somewhere.

sandflea68
We always want to be somewhere else or a different age. This is so beautifully written.

emilyjiang
@Selahkx thank you so much, I'll think about that :)

emilyjiang
@sandflea68 It's human nature, I guess. Thank you for the kind comment!