Step into my shoes,
See how it is.
Step into my shoes,
Play with my fears.
Tug at what I once desired.
Step into my shoes,
See how it feels.
Wait--
It hurts.
Stop--
You’ve shoved me from my socks.
You’ve pulled out my skin.
I’m left with bones to stand on.
While you trap your feet.
Trap them in layers upon layers of skin.
I’m bleeding.
There’s so much--
You’re bleeding--
Not enough.
You’re drying up--
But mine--
It pours so quickly.
I can’t stop it.
Please stop it--
Where did you go?
I can’t see--
I’m blind.
You’ve made me blind when you sit.
I hear the chair creak.
Hear your feet tap against the ground.
I’m bleeding--
Please make me stop bleeding.
Your hand--
Touches my cheek.
Lets me know it will be okay.
Your hand--
You cover my eyes.
You won’t let me see you like this.
Please, sweet sister--
I love you. I need you.
My shoes were too big--
You took in too much.
Your hand falls from my face--
I see a room.
The sun slips through the window.
You have no shoes--
Nor any socks.
You sit cross-legged on the ground.
I sit beside you.
No longer do I bleed--
Nor am I barefoot.
I untie my shoes.
Pull them from my feet.
I kiss your big toe, like when you were a child.
Your skin is cold.
Your toes are ice.
Step into my shoes--
They’ll keep you warm.
They’ll hold you when I can’t.
Step into my shoes--
They’ll fit just right.
They’re left out for you--
An extension of me.
Step into my shoes, sweet sister.
Author Bio:
Elizabeth Suggs is a writer, an editor, and a leader in the writing community. She obsessively writes each morning, lunch, and evening either for submissions or for her current sci-fi book. When she’s not writing, she’s leading a group of writers through bi-weekly workshops on feedback and focused writing. She believes these meetings help writers understand themselves in the world and better prepare them for major publishers.
Outside of writing, Elizabeth devours literature through reading or listening. She tries any genre once, but she especially loves classics, horror, sci-fi, and psychology texts. Sometimes she even listens to audiobooks while playing games because she can stay productive that way.
She used to be a journalist, so many of her publications are nonfiction hard news and events, but she hopes to break the pattern and publish works of art in fiction and poetry, just like the authors she loves reading. If you’d like to connect with her, please find her on Twitter: @elizabethasuggs
See how it is.
Step into my shoes,
Play with my fears.
Tug at what I once desired.
Step into my shoes,
See how it feels.
Wait--
It hurts.
Stop--
You’ve shoved me from my socks.
You’ve pulled out my skin.
I’m left with bones to stand on.
While you trap your feet.
Trap them in layers upon layers of skin.
I’m bleeding.
There’s so much--
You’re bleeding--
Not enough.
You’re drying up--
But mine--
It pours so quickly.
I can’t stop it.
Please stop it--
Where did you go?
I can’t see--
I’m blind.
You’ve made me blind when you sit.
I hear the chair creak.
Hear your feet tap against the ground.
I’m bleeding--
Please make me stop bleeding.
Your hand--
Touches my cheek.
Lets me know it will be okay.
Your hand--
You cover my eyes.
You won’t let me see you like this.
Please, sweet sister--
I love you. I need you.
My shoes were too big--
You took in too much.
Your hand falls from my face--
I see a room.
The sun slips through the window.
You have no shoes--
Nor any socks.
You sit cross-legged on the ground.
I sit beside you.
No longer do I bleed--
Nor am I barefoot.
I untie my shoes.
Pull them from my feet.
I kiss your big toe, like when you were a child.
Your skin is cold.
Your toes are ice.
Step into my shoes--
They’ll keep you warm.
They’ll hold you when I can’t.
Step into my shoes--
They’ll fit just right.
They’re left out for you--
An extension of me.
Step into my shoes, sweet sister.
Author Bio:
Elizabeth Suggs is a writer, an editor, and a leader in the writing community. She obsessively writes each morning, lunch, and evening either for submissions or for her current sci-fi book. When she’s not writing, she’s leading a group of writers through bi-weekly workshops on feedback and focused writing. She believes these meetings help writers understand themselves in the world and better prepare them for major publishers.
Outside of writing, Elizabeth devours literature through reading or listening. She tries any genre once, but she especially loves classics, horror, sci-fi, and psychology texts. Sometimes she even listens to audiobooks while playing games because she can stay productive that way.
She used to be a journalist, so many of her publications are nonfiction hard news and events, but she hopes to break the pattern and publish works of art in fiction and poetry, just like the authors she loves reading. If you’d like to connect with her, please find her on Twitter: @elizabethasuggs
RSS Feed