![]() A strong, sturdy knot for a good pair of shoes. I haven’t removed them from my feet in ages, not since I had first tied them on. Not that it matters, but my shoes’ souls have almost completely separated themselves from the boot of my shoe, hanging on only by a flap that made a loud clapping sound when I run. But down there, stuck in the asphalt, even if no one could see me, they would still walk all over me with their shoes and their boots and their heels. I want to dive into it, to escape the light, the heat, and to be swallowed up by the darkness of my shadow and the wetness of the asphalt. I run, trying to escape its sweltering heat, but the rays of the streetlights chase me down the street, painting my dark shadow ahead of me. I feel a scorching burn on the back of my neck. I imagine what my reflection would look like, swimming in the murky puddle, rain droplets breaking the image into a million tiny jigsaw puzzle pieces of myself. ![]() ![]() Heaved over, I look into a large puddle formed in a crater on the road. It feels like my heart is trying to claw its way out of my throat, and I gag. That is how fast it feels like I’m running. I cannot see if there is anyone else around. The road seems to funnel ahead of me and stretch for miles and miles, awash in the golden orange glow of the streetlights. Outside it is raining, and the cold drops hit the pavement hard.
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