You showed the coldness in
the bowels of the earth,
Yet you were shoved into a
corner
Of the bland earth, not looking
after smooth preps.
Unheeded by bimbos,
Completely content
In your wealth of
surroundings
And you stayed put
Wanting to go, but
ungratefully, you were
Placed during the sunrise,
Staying put for an enemies
enjoyment,
And for his enemies
experiment.
From the bright day to the
murkey depths
Into the foaming sand,
That mineral enriched mud,
With all the life forms
teeming,
Better off than after,
When you bumped into the
smooth
preps once again.
Never told to stay put,
stroked feet
And lightly speckled,
wide-open mouths.
When you kept the chill:
42°F,
unconsistent,
with Freddy dead, good
company.
Her stunted growth,
Smaller and smaller,
Because he starved her and
ignored her.
Less peeping eyes and softly
squeezing feet,
Ignored you too-
Uncaring if you would start
to be
Unsure of yourself.