Along the same vein as the previous post – A Dedication to Emilie Autumn’s ‘The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls’ – is this poem, Inscrutable Instruments. I wrote this a few years ago but have re-drafted, revised and edited it again over the Winter holiday.
This time delicate Victorian lace
Replaces those daunting steel bars
Where are the mice?
Not in here! Not at the orthodontists!
Where my teeth pushed and pulled in every direction
The enamel left is only a fraction
From what was there before
Starring through the window
My gaze penetrating to the outside
In a vain attempt to refocus attention
From the damage I struggle to abide
Away from these inscrutable instruments
That look suitable only for violation
And yet this is my remission
To be scraped and reshaped
Ready for the next time
When the devices return
With yet higher prices
And no amount of remission will suffice
Jenna Grabey © 2013. All Rights Reserved.