eff going in order. (#20)

her shoes leave footprints
like they didn't exist
like running away
was so much easier than hiding.
when the clock strikes 12,
beautiful,
who are you going to be?
when the birds
and all that spins your world
grow too tired of following,
i really hope,
for your sake,
the invisibility of your shoes,
is only a mirage
from here.