This tale is about a girl I once knew.
This girl could not go anywhere without her lovely white shoes. Made of cotton, their rim did not reach her ankles, giving away how thin they were. Their soles were so slim, she felt the earth with every step. Those shoes she needed so dearly were so soft and small, no one but her would even notice.
The reason for why she had to wear them everyday was her deepest secret.
It had to do with her shoulders, for they had grown broad with all the baggage she’D had to carry. Her shoulders had grown so much, no one would ever offer her a helping hand. She did not seem to need one!
… But at least her thin ankles were visible in her lovely white shoes.
It also had to do with her skin, for it had developed edges here and there. These edges made it much more difficult to grab her. No one dared to hold her!
…But at least her thin ankles were visible in her lovely white shoes.
It even had to do with her voice, for it had gotten rough. Often it needed to become louder than it could, so it turned into a scream. No one could listen to her for long.
…But at least her thin ankles were visible in her lovely white shoes.
“My white shoes are the only lovely thing about me”, is a thing this girl used to say to herself. “My shoulders are broad, my skin has edges, and my voice is rough. But at least I have my lovely white shoes.”
There was another reason why her ankles were the only thing about that girl that had stayed soft. Should a shadow, or a demon come for her, she knew to wear a long skirt and hide them away, for them never to prey on her.
Those that did not know about her softness would never find it.
Those that came for it would never reach it.
Those lovely white shoes were her only reminder of a self she’d almost forgotten about.
I once was that girl.
Mistress witch writes 