Tetanus Toxoid

The duo stopped at a shop in the town

Sister with hope and brother with a frown.

The stiletto, pump, wedge and d’orsay

Made her the queen of the day.

Unknown to her, the sleeky heels but

Had a nail to pierce

Reducing her to a victim of rusted metal cut

And her brother’s firing – so fierce.

The next halt – at the Doc’s

He began with his needle and routine talks –

Distracting questions (about her) too nice

To take away fear from eyes,

Followed by the infrasonic scream

Tears washing away the cream

Blood carrying the tetanus toxoid

Soul shrinking into the void

Moments later, recovering fast,

Ready to reply at last

“28 years old zoology proff ”

Saying so she went off.