About
When the hair began to grow, her mother wasted no time putting it right
Determined to clean up the girl's already muddied reputation
The ritual went the same way
Every single day, before bed
After an ambush at the door to her bedroom
And the siblings rallied to hold her down
The reaping takes place with an orchestra of yelling from both parties
Thin black ants litter the floor, displaced from colonies across her arms and legs
Siggi held her arms down
Disinterested in the affair, the older brother mutters bland reassurances to the girl kicking and crying underneath him
She looks up at his dark eyes through the oozing of her own
as his much larger hands choke hers
And her breast feels hot
The only man she could ever love
