[seemoreglass48]: 636.Poetry.Breaking

Written for Creative Writing. I can't remember which prompt this was...but it's been edited like crazy, although, I always love a good mauling of my poetry, so by all means, rip away.


Black dress shoes crunch
on broken sidewalk cracks,
leaving gravel displaced
and trembling, the old squares
twisting with age-tortured
tree roots underneath.

The summer sign of luck,
a red lady bug, scurries
across the pavement,
a scorched survivor relying
on strength and scar tissue.

Without notice the red bleeds
into the black rubber sole
of your shoe. You don’t feel the breaking
of the spotted back as the red crumpled
shell is ground into
the unfeeling insulation.