Edges curled, grey
with age and mould.
The valley at the base
of the toes, reflecting
the lift and push of
each tarsal, working in unison
undulating sculpted into this
battered old man’s shape.
The lip of the heel sucked in
towards itself, gnarled, splayed,
as his personality pushed and forced
the leather into its own coffin.
© Valerie Taylor
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