The day after I buried him, I pledged to give all I owned to the nothingness which took away my future. I step out of my shoes and walk with naked soles on the pavement. Anything can attack me: bits of broken glass, rusty nails. I’ll take whatever comes with my very body. My baby is dead and I am alone as I should be for letting him die. I am at home living on the street, being a street smell myself. The way people stare at me then walk the other way makes my day. Nothing can’t hurt me.
Photo Credit: un arc en ciel dans le lavabo
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