Shoelaces
We hurried.
Picked the body up.
His shoe fell off.
And we never found it.
Shoelaces.
Laced all the way through.
Over and over.
I shouldn’t have.
Sitting oddly.
Mannequin resting in my mind.
His hat falls off.
Nothing sits right.
I wish we could have left him there.
The ghastly remains.
Like that shoe.
I don’t think it had any blood on it.
There was no blood.
There was no warning.
There was no anger.
There was no shoe.
One shoe was thrown off a cliff.
One we left in the street.
Which did they find?
I guess it doesn’t matter.
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