Odd Walking Thoughts – Soles of Tiny Feet

The innocent face wore a look of shock and understanding. The cord was pulled suffocatingly from the infant’s mouth. With it came the soul, hovering, it wasn’t yet time. Yet this forced intent was put into motion by an accident of selfishness. Warmth could still be felt. From the soles of the tiny feet left on ones bare back.

 

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