Shoebox Lesbians Mean Nothing to Nobody

A woman is living in the shoebox. It is 7-1/2″ x 5-1/8″ x 14-3/8″ like most other shoeboxes one settles for when shipping footwear. She was a normal girl, but spent years wrapping herself in leather straps and corsets to make her bones stop growing. Who could have known? She started so young, and was so secretive, that everyone around her thought her body was just made that way naturally.

At its maximum capacity, an Ultra Large Container Vessel can hold roughly 361,836 shoeboxes, which are split up into 529 bigger metal boxes that prevent them from getting soggy and flying off the boat in a breeze (684 shoe boxes per shipping container). 361,835 pairs of shoes, one tiny woman trapped somewhere amongst them.

Have you ever seen those big metal shipping containers unloaded at a port? According to someone, we lose 10,000 of these monstrous things a year to the sea. Almost one every hour, they said.

Are shipping crates waterproof? I don’t think so. That tiny woman probably drowned upon impact. Her lungs were so small and her heart was beating so fast that she couldn’t hold her breath for even a second and the salt water killed her. She was hiding from something… from what? Who could have pushed her to torture herself and pick such an awful escape? From such an early age, too. Gays complain about small southern towns; try living in a town of shoeboxes, where you have to crush yourself or be crushed by their shoes.

I am obsessive, but I am also a sharp little penknife. She is alive. Somewhere, somehow, these tiny people keep hanging on. Truly the amoebas or cockroaches of society. All of you are idiots for thinking they are lowly creatures.