Author Tamsen Grace – Pink Boots


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Pink Boots

I remember wanting pink boots,

boots you bought,

for me to just walk away.

My soul mate died

of unrequited love.

My heart was crushed

by another man’s boots,

crushed to cancerous dust,

blown away,

to be reconstructed by your death.

I buried my past in your grave.

You sacrificed yourself for my sins.

The beast has a voracious appetite,

was it satisfied with your death

or will it come back for me?

If possession

is nine tenths of the law

was I married to the man who held my heart,

or the one who held the marriage license and slept in my bed?

I returned the wedding dress, but I still wear the widow’s weeds.

I wish I had returned

the pink boots, instead.

© Tamsen Grace


Excerpt from the book “Skeletons in My Closet”

tammy About the Author

Tamsen Grace is a published poet, inspirational speaker, martial artist, a Ford Model of Courage, and a cancer survivor. She has been published in Creative Talents Unleashed Poetic Melodies Anthology, Scarlet Leaf Review, Straylight Literary Magazine, Birdsong Publishing, Leaves of Ink, The Indiana Voice Journal, Puff Puff Prose, The Poetry Community, In Between Hangovers, Peeking Cat Magazine, Madness Muse Magazine, Spirit Fire Review, The Creative Truth, Anti-Heroin Chic and LTD Press. Tamsen Grace will be in the new anthology Dandelions in a Vase of Roses. She lives in the Midwest with her children. She enjoys reading, writing, biking and teaching children Martial Arts.

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1 reply

  1. I love this piece.. very honest .. wow!


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