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IS THAT MY TOE TALKING?

or is it screaming?

By Margaret BrennanPublished 4 days ago • 1 min read
IS THAT MY TOE TALKING?
Photo by Rosalie Gdy on Unsplash

IS THAT MY TOE TALKING?

“or is it screaming?”

 

#@!@#

 

When we were younger,

Oh, how you abused me.

Guess you thought I wouldn’t care

And I’d be as silent as could be.

 

You thought it wouldn’t matter

As long as you had fun.

But I swore one day that I’d get even.

Now that time has come.

 

Hope you enjoy the pain you’re feeling.

Do you remember what you did to me?

You squeezed and I almost suffocated.

But fashion was all you could see.

 

Now you’ll need a doctor and

You’ll explain all that you’ve done.

Walking in the highest heels?

Oh boy, now, wasn’t that such fun!

 

You danced until the sun came up

But never in bare feet!

It’s my turn to take the lead

And I won’t be that discreet.

 

This is my retaliation

And you need to make that call

For whatever it takes to fix me,

You might lose me, for once and for all.

 

I am your little toe

That was squeezed to heels so high.

It’s my turn now to cause HUGE pain;

No need to wonder why.

 

Just remember when we both were young

And you thought that you looked great.

But for all your pride and fashion

Your abuse caused me to hate.

 

Just heed now what the doctor says

And recall my screams were muffled low.

For while you think this pain is HUGE

I’m (for now) still your little toe.

 

 

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About the Creator

Margaret Brennan

I am a 79-year old grandmother who loves to write, fish, and grab my camera to capture the beautiful scenery I see around me.

My husband and I found our paradise in Punta Gorda Florida where the weather always keeps us guessing.

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    Written by Margaret Brennan