She tried to fight her apprehension
In vain while casting surreptitious glances
At the knife dipped in the fearful concoction
Supposed to " purify" her skin, like candlestick fragrances.
She watched in horrified silence
As the knife spread the searing liquid,
On her virgin skin, as sick with pretence,
As was her eye, holding on to the urge of letting out salty fluid.
She waited with bated breath and racing heart
After being buttered like a freshly baked bread,
Counting the seconds for the hungry attack that would tear apart
Her controlled composure at the surface, replacing with dread.
She relaxed for a moment under the soft strip,
Glued, by the molten wax, to her repulsive body,
Then flinched as her forested cover did it rip
Along with her soul, Or so did the excruciating pain embody.
She strangled the cries that never left her lips
While trying to reinvigorate her suddenly volatile conviction
As her mind attempted hasty fugitive trips
To the land of cruelly condescending feminine eyes and masculine rejection.
She wrestled against herslef until
Noxious red hives broke out on her skin.
Now she longs to let the wax of reason spill
And wipe out society's obscene undergrowth clean.