Carpet

My feet walk naked on soft red petals
Falling slowly, welcoming my entrance
As I pass through the town with no name.

Instead of the rose petals’ soft caress
It is the sound of breaking beneath my feet
Filling the vacuum with a sudden pain.

Countless shards screaming for mercy
Begging, pleading that I go no further
And continue my walk of shame.

Fragments both fragile and thick, crumble and shatter
Soon, glass becomes dust as fine as silk
They steal the color from the broken vein.

They now seem like soft red petals
Falling slowly, allowing my departure
From the town with no name.