Sore Feet

Today.

Where did you place your ego?

In my lap?

I watched it sit there squirming with your dreamed up lover hovering over my shoulder.

You are like a virus... settling in my body and then moving on to another host.. laying your false ego and charm to infect our beautiful souls.

But we are warriors.

We slay those spars coming at us.

One at a time they splinter into a million pieces and lay at our feet to walk over.

My feet hurt.

They are too tender and soft to absorb the chards of ego glass you lay before me.

Time for a bandage.