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My brother and I explored a ravine in our younger years. A wooded labyrinth where the auburn mist of fallen leaves covered the floor like a Burmese tiger pit. My brother and I discovered a lake, which became a creek, which became a swamp. I must've found something exciting, because I began sprinting homeward in a juvenile fervor. Penetrating the leafy shroud with my eager feet. Unaware of traps set subtly for those tramping through the wilderness. A nail, I stepped on a nail in my recklessness. My tennis shoe armor proved futile against the steel weaponry. Completely exposing my vulnerable sole, the spiked interloper sank its lone fang into me. The pain shot through my foot until ambulatory abilities all but vanished. I didn't watch where I was stepping and landed on an inadvertent weapon. I should've known the pollution of man would stab me in my outstretched hand. A lesson was learned about paranoia and why it exists. Even if I watch where I'm going, polluters will slit my wrists until the findings of the swamp are forgotten in favor of scars.
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Nov 13, 2020
Nov 13, 2020 at 3:17 AM UTC
Burmese Tiger Pit
My brother and I explored a ravine in our younger years. A wooded labyrinth where the auburn mist of fallen leaves covered the floor like a Burmese tiger pit. My brother and I discovered a lake, which became a creek, which became a swamp. I must've found something exciting, because I began sprinting homeward in a juvenile fervor. Penetrating the leafy shroud with my eager feet. Unaware of traps set subtly for those tramping through the wilderness. A nail, I stepped on a nail in my recklessness. My tennis shoe armor proved futile against the steel weaponry. Completely exposing my vulnerable sole, the spiked interloper sank its lone fang into me. The pain shot through my foot until ambulatory abilities all but vanished. I didn't watch where I was stepping and landed on an inadvertent weapon. I should've known the pollution of man would stab me in my outstretched hand. A lesson was learned about paranoia and why it exists. Even if I watch where I'm going, polluters will slit my wrists until the findings of the swamp are forgotten in favor of scars.
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andrew-rueter
30/M/Kentucky
Nov 13, 2020
Nov 13, 2020 at 3:17 AM UTC
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