Anguish
He couldn’t help but to stop and pause. This cutoff on his continuous trotting of his toes on the pale rubber gravel. His wheezing and gasping for a breath inhaled, sharply. He wore those same rubber materials on his sole. Aching, yellow and white, dead calluses building up, only to fall on him. Topple him over. It felt as if he could almost see the brightness in the day. But he couldn’t. It was only for the lush greenery on the side that he saw the darkness. Where the scintillant parts of it brightened up the dashes. There couldn't breathe. Slowly going back towards the farthest end of the pale redness. It was faint but vague. Throwing him off course till he felt bruises building up as if on their own. Slowly scrambling around the side of his swollen to the inside cheek. The yellowness he could feel bleeding through, scraping the blue. It was just from the inside he could feel it. But the outside was bursting with anguish.
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