Bare feet

on the gravel road.

The soft sand

exfoliates

the bottoms of the feet.

The dry mud tracks

press

into the soles of the feet.

The impounded gravel

tests

the preexisting callouses.

Underneath the trees,

the dry grit,

now

black mud,

oozes

between each toe,

dark, muddied stains

submerge into the cracked heels.

Jagged stone

pierces

through the callouses,

through the cracks.

The foot bespattered

with warm, rosy blood.

A dull, thumping

ache

tingles

in the heel,

crawling

to the ball of the foot.

A bandaid.

Shoes on.

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