' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' Your Shoes

Your shoes all stand together lined up like a chorus line in the bottom of your wardrobe. These your dancing these your kiss me kiss me shoes these your plod around the house doin’ nuthin’ shoes these your carefree who gives a....shoes. The shoes chatter amongst themselves remembering all the different YOUs you could be Your dresses float above them like dreams your shoes dreamed. Tomorrow they will learn of your death packed away in black refuse sacks beginning their new life in a charity shop.