My Slipper

It was a drizzling morning,
Every house sound asleep,
Of buzzing mosquitoes and stinging insects,
We decided to go,
Breakfast on the street of the deceased.
　
It was a drizzling morning,
On the quiet street of Teluk Intan,
Cars were sparse,
Roads were clear,
Breakfast on the street of the deceased.
　
Shielding my head from the raindrops,
I hastily embarked from the dark blue car,
It was quiet when it happened,
Not a hint or a sign,
My slipper decided to break up with me.
　
My slipper decided to break up with me,
I wasn't prepared, I wasn't ready,
I needed time to think it through,
I fished out my purse immediately,
And fished out the rubber bands too.
　
To secure our ties,
I needed two,
I felt secure instantly,
Walking under my insecurities,
Two was enough, and two it is.
　
One step, two steps, three steps, four,
My foot started to ache,
Steps harder to take,
Five steps, six steps, seven steps, eight,
Grab a chair, the street of deceased.
　
As I sat, out come my foot,
The constraints of the bands,
The fragile bonds, the brittle ties,
Shown in quickly fading red lines,
The strains it caused, the forced ties.
　
As I sat, out come my foot,
A gush of blood run free,
I was enclosed in my own insecurities,
But regret that followed,
In the street of the deceased.
　
Back in the car, the drizzling morning sky,
The bands ran wild,
Untangled and free,
Like my insecurities,
My slipper broke up with me.