"Shoe Stop"

By: Tori McDonald

A pair of shoes.

I used to have one,


I had plenty.

I had about three:

I had Chuck's,


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.