She is wearing red shoes for him.

She think it hides the blood and make her look more assured but it does the reverse. They look heavy and misplaced on her. A murder of Ravens are pulling her hair towards the clouds while fish gather at her feet thinking they have finally found their long lost family members. The black and the red in 2 directions…

He is not there and never will be. The red and the black are nothing to him as well as the blood and the clouds. His world is full and there is no place left for the red shoes to walk on or the ravens to play in full flight.

So she removes the shoes slowly abandoning them behind, peeling them off the dried blood and let the ravens take her away by the hair.