All That Twinkles Are Not Toes
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He casually stomped upon her feelings -
with no regard for footprints left behind.
Like he was privileged, blessed with silver twinkle toes.
Pouring on her- his best insults, over all her injuries,
like gravy - slathered over last night’s mashed potatoes.
*
The next day he sent flowers,
making sure that they were roses.
Displaying his apology, with card enclosed.
He loved appearing blameless - under everybody’s noses,
keeping squeaky clean his reputable twinkle toes.
Even after several blows,
somehow, she still was caught off guard.
How she could be so naïve, no-one really knows.
Everybody saw it coming,
like he was wearing silver bells,
on the tips of every single twinkle toe.
*
But this time, things were different -
He saw her staring out the window,
he waved and smiled so widely; his bright blue eyes were closed.
He never saw it coming, the shingles falling off the scaffold,
there was nothing left, except his twinkle toes.
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (2)
I liked your take on this! Great work :)
Oh wow brutal - the shingles falling off the scaffold - looks like this is a case of what comes around goes around. Good job Kelli - creatively dark.