100 words…blisters
February 9, 2008
Blisters are the runners enemy. The ones that burn red hot behind your sock on the soft skin of your heel. Or the ones that move in to the space between your toes rubbing with every pounding step. Bright and round the blisters love to grow only because you love, because you need, to run. You stick band-aids and paste tape and pray that the blisters subside but they answer to nothing. Running, running, they love the rubbing of your skin against sock pressed into your sneaker and you are begging, begging that they would stop, go away or damn it. Just pop.
Your 100-words posts are really starting to sing–this one, by personifying blisters, especially in this sentences, “Bright and round the blisters love to grow only because you love, because you need, to run.” make them into something intentionally malevolent. Lovely.