cement

brianna vaca | Spring 2021

The wounded streets seeped into my virgin feet
Osmosis from my toes up
Nobody told me cement could travel upwards

My mother saw me, stuck, my legs and the sidewalk one. 
I was chiseled away, she separated the sidewalk and my feet
I still couldn't walk

Every day away the cement would leave my body 
She melted it as best she could
It would drip from my toes

She moved me to a place where the cement didn't rise
She tried, but she could never get the cement from the heels of my feet to melt