STOMP

stilettos clicking

across your vertebrae -

ballet slippers pointed,

sexy,

bleeding feet.

i am a beauty icon!

my neck is long!

flip flops are thongs

for your toes.

kitten heels hissing

across hot cement,

i'll arch my back

for

you,

prowling,

(hands burning).

slip ons are made to

slip off.

boot

me

to the moon

and i might not come back

(with my new

space shoes).

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