The walk of shame

by joetwo

Bleary eyed and stumbling

One shoe missing

Make-up smeared

Cocktail dress dishevelled

Walking in unfamiliar territory

Seeking a way out, home

Ignoring the looks coming from behind closed doors

Looks of judgement

Yet she stands tall

Walking with grace

Well as much as one shoe can afford

With her there is no problem

With her it is no walk of shame