Black Heels

A pair of black heels discarded on the floor 

Scuffed and broken, they've lost the war.

Through a joyful past they've trodden 

Created memories of laughter long forgotten.

Now abandoned and replaced 

Nothing more than a waste of space.

For I am those broken shoes

Lying in the corner of this dimly lit room 

Ready to give up the battle 

An empty shell, bruised and fragile.   

Eyes closed, breathing shallow

Skin stretched tight and sallow.