toe

yesterday I had the morbid urge to take a picture of a toe.

the skin surrounding the nail was pink as a baby's toe

though the size was not of a baby's,

it was of a man's

a man that didn't walk

though he lived on the streets

the nail though seemed to had been around

it was as long and twisted as time

with layers of the color of time

though it wasn't mine to stare at it
i am guilty of staring at it in my mind

i am guilty of seeing something worth of words

i am guilty for seeing the mere toe

...and walk away.