One Sock. No Shoes.
She looks like a skeleton with skin.
Smiling, she says,
“I’m going to rehab tonight!
…But I have no shoes.”
Her smile drops to a frown as her eyes fill with tears that flood down her sunken cheeks.
“Isn’t that pathetic?”
I’m so pathetic.
I can’t even take care of myself.
I have no clue where the shoes I had went.
I just want to be clean and sober.
I feel so stuck.
I hate this.”