Winter over the knee boots
These boots weigh me down
Like cement blocks stuck to a drowning person feet
They are so heavy that every muscle in my legs ache with exhaustion
I feel every time my foot
lands on the floor that it won't come back up for breath
Long golden zippers
line the sides of the ever going material
Teeth sharp and shiny
as if they are trying to each my hands
as I scramble to get them up
Sharp jabbing sounds chase my fingertips
like a piranha catching dinner
The rough metal scratches against my skin making them feel raw and exposed
Shiny black faux leather
stares up at me with such hunger
No matter which way I turn my feet, it's gazing up at me with a taunt
as the light bathes it
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