Written for Friday writings # 84:Prompts Galore
Do not
dare tread
the broken under your feet
They lie strewn
here there somewhere
in the street
The sound of broken
glass crunching
under the bootsteps
might feel empowering
You may think
you have boots
But the sigh of some
are so sharp
they'll hurt your feet
And ye might have to roam
with your hurt sole
on the same street
