to remove my shoe
on a step.
i shake out the pebble
that has been
there all day.
maybe all my life.
a sharp
edged pebble
biting into my soul.
remorse, regret.
why has it
taken so long
to be done with it.
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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