He walks on eggshells
whenever she’s around
has been walking on broken shards
and glasses of an unknown future
all her life
to the soles of her feet
leaving fresh blood footprints
wherever she goes.
Trust me, he says.
She looks at the caked of dried blood on her feet.
“Why should I when you have only threaded on eggshells?”
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Here’s my entry for #FWF Free Write Friday: Trust. I admit trust is a difficult topic for me and I had real difficulty in coming up with something for this prompt. 🙂