Place her feet here
The water bath reflects
A little girl's fate,
The womanly journey trainee.
.
Soak until they're soggy,
Like over-watered flowers
Withering against the water's extreme flood.
Get ready living a new life,
Torture is what will make her divine.
.
Crunch,
Like a Butterfinger,
The toenails,
Are eaten
Like they're never living.
.
She must please her boy,
Who won't accept mother nature's creation.
He rules and barks —
She sits uncomfortably
While the feet scream agony.
.
Her disability proves manhood —
A high chair trapping a baby,
Whose feet dangle,
And are wrapped tightly
against the bloodied bandages.
.
The pain softens while hanging
Like over-hydrated vines,
The agony numbs itself
A feeling all so common,
The feet veins and muscles stop penetrating —
.
They're dehydrated —
And slowly dying.