Jun 18, 2025
Pinky Toe Pain
Oh smallest of digits, quiet corner-dweller of the foot, you asked for nothing— yet you received everything. Everything being: pain.
How swiftly the edge found you. The bed, unflinching. You, unprepared. I, barefoot and naïve, believing home was a place of safety.
You took the hit for all of us. For the rest of the toes, who live to wiggle another day. You curled. You screamed. You became myth.
Now I walk with a new awareness. A limp. A lesson. A legend.
So here's to you, brave pinky. May your swelling subside, and your memory live on— in limps, in curses, in late-night caution.
