Sneakers

October 11, 2010

Walk with me—look at my sneakers
Once white as snow now black as coal
Holes in the souls
Glass piercing the treads making it painful to walk
Laces caked in crud
Blood on the bottom
Mud soaks the sides
While the tongue has barely survived.
The smell is unbearable
They get tighter and unravel with each step
Yet I wouldn’t buy another pair
They hang by a thread just like me
But they get me to where I need to be.

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