Friday, November 16, 2012
My walk home.
My feet slipped and slid.
Damn it. I'm going to kill myself before I make it there.
I should just take them off.
But I have so many blocks to go.
The streets of Queens are not the best for bare feet.
I battle on. It feels so gross.
I call him, hoping he will offer to come and pick me up.
It's not that far, I know. But I'm still hoping.
He just got in himself. He's soaked. To the bone.
But he has the car. He could come and get me.
I'm trying to decide the best route to take.
I keep walking.
Under the train? But what if ...
Thunder booms in the distance.
What choice do I have?
I keep going.
Sticking close to buildings.
Watching my toes slide forward, practically hitting the pavement.
I hear myself muttering.
It's kind of cathartic, though.
Assuming I don't kill myself.
It really is beautiful.
My ankle twists to the side.
Seriously!?! I'm going to wind up in a drain.
My hood pulled up, shielding my face from the elements.
Splatters of cold against my cheeks.
It's supposed to be summer! I yell to no one, really.
I stop, wipe my cheeks. My eyes.
Leaning over, I work at clearing them.
Wiping with my sleeve.
I should really take these damned things off.
They're so slippery.
Grasping onto my ankles for dear life.
For real. Summery, once white Skechers.
Ugh. Of all the days.
My toes twist as I use them to hold on.
I keep walking.
I'm a mess.
I feel it.
I'm this close, though. I have to keep going.
I can see my building.
Work to get the key. Fumble.
But I get it.
And now, it's time.
To free myself.
I take off my shoes.
And free from the rain.