or rather
waking takes time.
time to climb through
to emerge
on the other side
of the darkness
where she was ruled
by the subconscious
isolated
from the collective)
isolated
from this reality.
she wrote of forests
but wore slippers
tender feet
not enough blisters
no real shape to them
except the imprint
of those
silk slippers
choice:
continue wearing slippers
or
put on boots
or
grow blisters
she
was one of those
who needed the blisters
more painful perhaps
but the connection
with earth
necessary
so she knew
she was not alone.
the slippers
were falling apart anyways
and did little
in the rain.
and in reality
it rains.
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