random thoughts

High heels

before she stepped in her house
she rested at the porch for a while
observing the night stars.
For one moment
she could not breathe
as if a hammer sliced through her lungs
leaving her lonely and half dead.
She suffocated.

She entered her house
that felt so hostile
as if it did not
host her miserable existence
for all those years that have sadly passed.

She shut the door behind her
laid her head on the bed
threw her high heels to the mirror.
And the mirror broke.
And the hammer stopped plundering her lungs.
And the house seemed
as if
it was colorful again.

Like the old days
when she did not need
high heels.

Poetry by Eva
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Written on 2012-03-16 at 14:48

Tags Stereotype  Women  Life 

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John Ashleigh
An engaging and provocative write. The narrative style is very alluring. Thankyou for sharing such sentiment emotion. *applaud*


countryfog The PoetBay support member heart!
This is very evocative, in what it says and in what each reader will infer . . . somehow there is an expressive elegance in the matter-of-fact way the pathos is both revealed and hinted at. In a way, I think the high heels are a metaphor for the woman's life and self-image, and longing for love.