"The Horror Shoes" by Helen Marie K.
Typed by Simon M.
Thousands of shoes in a huge pile
Staring and wondering what they’re for
Thinking will any of those pairs be mine
Thinking will I survive in this cruel world
I sit and cry staring at these shoes even the little infant shoes
I hear the little souls weeping and crying
I see the darkness upon me
I look above my shoulder
I smell the smell of fear
I start sweating like a pig
I look above, into the darkness
And I see the cruel soldier
Looking at me with his bloody red scary eyes
I think to my self are my shoes the next pair in that pile?