My love,
Despite leather heels, boots, and
lace-up sandals, you’ve outshined them all. My horrible, wildly fantastic,
guilty pleasure, you are my darling zombie heel. There are many reasons why I
choose to wear you over the classic stiletto. You cover my big toe and make it
appear as if I was genetically blessed with normal, dainty digits. A girl could
do no better I assure you. A trait that is hard to overlook are the vibrant
colors you flash. The cheekiness and gruesome images you portray are but a
salty taste of the underlining theme of the undead.
Had those teeth be real on you my darling, you would nibble
playfully on my toes. I, of course, wouldn’t stand for such silliness but
perhaps would let it slide just this once or twice. You compliment my little
black dress deliciously. It really does bring out your eyes. A more lovely orb
could not have been painted by Michael Angelo himself. Ever modest, your
green-skin projects the essence of horror and ageless beauty.
The perfect mate, a girl is blessed in pairs, is that I have
your scandalous twin to grace my other foot so perfectly. A kinship that could
not be divided, one does not go anywhere without the other. Together we sing a
love melody, paced with the beat of our perfectly tuned strides. Feet and
heels, heels and feet, together gloved and housed in beautiful harmony. Timeless and horrible, you have won my heart and forever love. You are my one and only, zombie heel.
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