I strap my feet into my slender black stilettos,

Three inches that dig into the sidewalk.


Elegant, with such a body!


Curves that force my feet into a military march,

Pinching my toes in the forefront


Pushing them forward to a pointed end.

Their structure scrapes against the surface of my heel,

Straining to stay in and chafing my weary soles.


Each crack they seek out in the pavement,

Begging to snap like a finger,

Or an undulating yell fracturing—

When the voice breaks and those tired shoes

Find the trash can they deserve.

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