A Pair of Death

Worn out all over.
It bleeds the memories
Of many footprints,
Many adventures,
Many places went.
The tred of its sole
Vanished with time.
The color that was once there
Has thinned out with its sole.
Leaving but a glimpse
Of what it once was.
The laces are still tied together.
Two bunny ears
And a knot.
But its lifeless form
Will no longer be graced
With what belongs inside.
Two feet.
Ten toes.

-Christine