I'm all worn
out. Would you
look at my heel?
She leaves pieces
of me all over this
bricked the walkway
did not consider the
stiletto's plight. And my
chafing toe cap, awful.
Given what she paid for
me you'd think she'd take
me to a cobbler once in a while?
Give me a makeover! Show me some
love -- instead the girl walks all over and within me,
by me. Her need breaks my sole. She just cannot
go a single step without my most supportive arch.
Copyright © Irene Hammer-McLaughlin | Year Posted 2009
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