Doc Marten
Author: Heather Wittmer


hard cracked leather
holds the stale air of three thousand years
treading one million miles
laced in yellowed yarn
bloody blisters
saliva mucus
green chewing gum
ancient school pictures
hold the person I am
girl I have become
all the secret places i Go to hide
the sole of my shoe
the soul of myself
in star foot prints.


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