GiadaDeo

She peels off the dying skin on the soles of her feet, she peels away the layers and blisters and sees the smoothness underneath, peels away the age until it hurts and her nails are crusted with skin and parts of heel. Perhaps she is trying to be reborn, perhaps she is a phoenix who is burnt before flying and killed before living, perhaps mutilation and flakes of skin are her way of feeling her birth. She isn't thinking, subconscious and that's why the exposed softness is pink but not bleeding. She's been running, you can tell because her feet are cracked and she's peeling off layers. It was a long run, up and down the mountain, stop. Brea