PalaceRat

This is something I wrote the other day with no shoes on. I hate shoes, So I hope this is inspiring in some way haha.

Title: bare footer

Themes: Symbolic, tragic… ur…. feet?

Fresh, lively footprints smudge the waters shore.

 Rigid up and down the sand they did.

Crevices that publish their own voice.

Naive and untarnished that path would wander—

Until Gallantly out to knees, 

The muddy step would lead to a slip

Then tide peals from the shore.

Tides can pull away mountains,

So it can tow away a bolshie girl.

Coffee hair would stain the ocean;

Unless the seas own would provide a cover.

So down came the sea gals, up came the sharks

And they plucked away all trace.

Traces of The bloody angel.

Traces of the seas true face.  

Injustice of it all is that the sea stays blue—

 All the footprints swept aside.

Who will remember that little child?

And who now would dare to walk with bare feet.