In the woods, I met a lady who wanted to take me away.
To proper me up pretty before the morrow day.
So, I let her take and do away with me.
Hoping someday to return, to the woods that called me.
To a fancy room she led me,
With a pot full of steam.
Said she "tis to wash ye".
My clothes quickly snatched away,
She left me there all hot and grey.
When I was finished with the bath,
(Oh horrid thing of wrath!)
And mostly dry was I.
My hair pulled tightly back.
And my back stretched across a rack.
She then produced a lacy case.
(As if I were a vase).
Try as I could or would,
Closer and closer it came.
Til I felt quite dreadfully lame.
My two ears once perfect and fine,
A needle made no longer mine;
To hang dazzling gems
My dress was beautifully blue.
And of the finest satin too.
A small piece of metal ground me.
Deadbolts of skin bound me.
On my finger, she slipped
Stone set in silver ring.
As if I were to marry a king.
It felt so tight I nearly could breath,
I wanted just to leave.
Led me to a mirror.
Here be holding I now stand.
I suppose I look somewhat grand.
~ Katrina
Can you guess all of the things the lady did to her? That she thinks are torture.
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