the counter claws at the brims of my ankles

rupturing the soles of my feet, ebbing at my toes

almost there, i push my feet further into the shoe

shatters like ice, a menacing web of starburst, gasp

my foot plummets to the floor as the heel splinters

and a gelatinous liquid oozes from crimson gashes

dripping onto the fractures of the shoe like teardrops

ichor spreads, sliding over the cracked web of glass

staring at the jagged remains of a shoe, in cold

the spot light shuts, and the curtains abruptly fall

leaving me in the dark with my mercyless thoughts

only one word slips from my fragmented lips, “why?”

tracing my round fingers over the feet i had cut, too fit

into the shoes that were supposedly fit for me,