HEEL HELL

You weren’t cheap,
But you were classy.
Maybe too expensive?
Though, you made me feel sassy.

You were mostly black,
Except for your heels,
They glimmered in the night,
That beautiful stainless steel.

You cut up my feet,
That first night clubbing,
The blisters, the blood,
From all that horrid rubbing

At the end of the night,
The pain! I couldn’t care!
I had to finally take you off,
My thankful feet, bare.

You sit on my top shelf,
Now only for display,
How gorgeous your heels shine,
As they catch the suns ray

I couldn’t stand your hell,
No matter how sexy you may be,
At the site of your sister stilettos,
I must force myself to flee




SETTING NUMBER ONE

Strawberries come to life
That sinful metal kiss
Vodka…

Lovely ripe mangos, dancing with joy
Their sweet nectar enveloped by milk
Shake…

Smokey espresso steams on the ice
Cooled off by fresh Irish cream
Liquify…

Devils food blends like paint
Chopped Chocolate Chips, An extra taste
Mix…

Frozen vanilla melts so slowly
Spiced with some cinnamon sticks,
Chop…

My love for these steel blades,
Moves right with my heart,
Pulse…


Poems inspired by an article of clothing and a household appliance