As I enter,
The Crack of darkness on ly welcomes me.
Weary feet ask me to relax from tight socks.
God!
It stinks. But, with enlarging noe holes,
I start to pick off
Dirts from my stink toenail.
Green, black, blue...
Dirts are so colorful.
I think I'm having fun.
Silence.
Cloudy eyes drop
Tears on my feet. And it smells.
I have to inhale odor of feet by myself.
Smell does not hurt me.
The past smell reminds me kills me.
I can not tease her with dirts and smell.
I can not hear her complain.
Malodorous tears keep on
Dropping on my feet.