Why Those Shoes II

“I really don’t think I’m asking too much.” The woman speaks quietly to the stilettos she buckles tight to her feet. The woman places the blister prevention on her heel and stares at the curve of her waist in the mirror. “You see,” she goes on, staining her lips a provocative color before glancing down …

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Describe Nearly Drowning

Bodies float alive on the Dead Sea. The Atlantic is an opaque ocean of dead bodies, and I’m gasping for breaths in between. Twenty three, the therapist diagnosed me. And there’s pills for that, he said. So I became an island nestled between salt and a hard place. Western medicine dehydrates my faith in humanity. …