Do you have anything for leaving?
I want heels, devil red,
sharp toes, and expensive.
You know the type.
Those that walk over excuses,
leave a mark, put an exclamation
point on goodbye.
Hell, I’ve been living a country song
without giving a shit about the music.
He kept singing the same tune
until I couldn’t take another sour note.
He had a love affair with the bottle,
the smell of cheap cologne, and
saying it wasn’t his fault.
That pair! Yes, those are the ones.
It doesn’t matter about the cost.
I’ve been living it, now he can pay.
Oh, and I don’t need the box.
©Susie Clevenger 2017
(No, this isn't about me, but I know plenty of women who have needed these shoes.)