Define me.

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Those are not my shoes.

I don’t care what anyone has to say or think.

They were not my shoes.

They looked like…like… like something a labourer would wear!!

My God, how could my life come to this.

Who invented such tools of torture.

I mean they actually placed by toes and heels on the same level.

The arch on feet felt insulted, betrayed.

I do not model such shoes.

I do not care if these are changing times, those shoes do not belong on a ladies feet.

Hang them up somewhere if you must but keep far away from my feet

2 thoughts on “Define me.

  1. Hahaha there’s a huge tree in a park here that has dozens of shoes hanging on it’s branches quite high up. I keep wondering how they manage to get up there. Good to see you here again.

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