Threads

Interwoven to create diagonal valleys
Just about as wide as the space between papillary ridges...
Down the thigh
The calf and shin
They cross and dance in such tight formation.
Looping araound the ankle.
Serrated edges
Like the hem of a knife
Dangling limp and stringy
The threads
Stripped from their narrow and uniform weave
Hang.
The Precipice of the Shoe is a precarious fall
The loose tangle that keeps an involuntary grip on the taupe, crusty strands holds.
The eldest cords suspend the farthest.
Their toes yanked by the heel of the Shoe.
As some perish
Ripped from the others who were once twined so close...
Shear, bitter sympathy from the threads just above the ankle
At the knee,
Those laugh at the horror, so removed
The Shoe descends upon water.
Dangling wet and stringy.

threads


-HM