Cracked heels

Cracked heals
Feels like sandpaper
Doesn’t apeal to me

I can shred the bed sheets
like it’s no ones business

Does it hurt
no

Lotion will help if I use it
Socks are better if I choose it

I am a creature of habit
unlike a rabbit
Don’t un wrap it

They crave to be moist
I rejoiced

A little care for them
Self care if you will.

Author: Carol anne

I am 40 years young. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland.

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