Tuesday, January 6, 2009

that feet..

Break them. Hear the sickening snap, hear her strangled, pleading cries.

Wrap them. Layer after layer of silken torture.

Shape them. These pretty, little, broken feet.

Break them. Cage their every hope and dream.

Wrap them. Bind them with words and masks and finery.

Shape them. Into whatever you call beautiful.

that feet..