Piles of Shoes
Of Broken Glass
Of Torn Stars
And Cramped Hair

Stripes of Grey
And Heartless Wire
Rain of Ash
Puddles of Bone

Pool of Eyes
And Swimming Grace
Crumbs of Life
In Soup of Nausea

Odours of...
...What?
What...
What Never Happened...

Still...
There were
Piles of Shoes.

~christa elise cannon