She was the sound of six inches worth of shoe cracking loudly on the numb cement ground and with every step, whether she knew it or not, she created poetry. Her feet were her own iambic pentameter; two Shakespearian goddesses.
She danced in those heels,
She pranced in those heels,
She even slept in those heels!
She ran in those heels- from the cops that is- all because
She murdered in those heels.
And after her doing was done she wiped everything clean..except the blood under the heels she did not. This woman was a cold little thing, as it had no effect on her. Her feet up drinking poison she whispered "I got 'em." grinned to herself and just called them her

Red Bottoms.