"Shoe Stop"
By: Tori McDonald
A pair of shoes.
I used to have one,
No,
I had plenty.
I had about three:
I had Chuck's,
Reeboks,
And some generic dress shoes.
The dress shoes shone in black.
The Reeboks glowed white, once
They were dingy now, age shown by dirt
And grime.
My Chuck's lay in shreds in a dungeon.
The dungeon lay far behind me by now.
My feet missed those shreds,
They wanted the shreds over the mud
That squished beneath the arches.
My toes had a coating on them
The coating blood
And bile.
But I haven't even the moment
I just wasted
To miss my shoes.
I must leave them where they left me;
In that dungeon
In shreds.