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Cinderella was a masochist,
With feet trapped in unforgiving glass
Merely to curry favor with a prince.
The lesson remains unlearned,
We teeter about in stiletto heels,
Suffering the origami-like
Folding of flesh and bone
Just to satisfy the gods of fashion,
Our anguished steps inducing pain
In bodies shifted out of alignment,
Sadistic devices that would make
The Inquisitors of old envious.
What would they say to know
That five hundred years later
Half the populace
Volunteers for torture?
~~~~ This poem was written for a prompt from Imaginary Garden with Real Toads asking us to write about fashion.
