Footsteps

Footsteps

 

When you wake up

you’ll find

not quite

what you had in mind:

an angel beside your bed

feet aflame.

 

Don’t believe

it won’t hurt,

or that you’ll never be forgotten,

in the shadows

of some bleak

mid-winter morn.

 

Your feet

will take you

where you need to go,

but they will

flinch at broken glass

unto forever.

 

–Christina Hile

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