untitled #11 | a poem

I went back to the past
To when woman walked flat-shoed last
I shot, killed, maimed, murdered the man
I came back to the present
No woman had to wear heels.

a poem from my heel hating past. i may be a lover now but i’d still like to kill the man who invented them for discomfort simply because heels can be comfortable!

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