Red Stilettos

          (after Tommye Blount) 

You once came home 

with red stilettos. 

The leather looked elegant, 

like Mrs. Brook’s little daughter. 

You had a pair of beautiful heels, 

the color as vibrant as her bloomed happiness

and the texture as soft as her new fur coat.

The heels thinner than a Barbie doll’s leg,

and the inner cloth of the shoe shining royal purple,

You looked beautiful in your red heels, 

absolutely beautiful.

Now those shoes lay in my closet,

 leather stained with dirt and pieces of grass,

its glamorous beauty rusty and ruined. 

Where have you gone?