I have red shoes.
RED.
The color of sex.
Of fear.
Of danger.
Of signs that say. Do. Not. Enter.
Genuine Chuck Taylor hi-tops to replace my Converse One-Stars which had a tread separation that damn near broke my neck when the sole caught on the edge of a rug.
The color choice was summat forced on me because red was the only color they had in my size.
RED.
The color of sex.
Of fear.
Of danger.
Of signs that say. Do. Not. Enter.
Genuine Chuck Taylor hi-tops to replace my Converse One-Stars which had a tread separation that damn near broke my neck when the sole caught on the edge of a rug.
The color choice was summat forced on me because red was the only color they had in my size.