Her hair drips wet,
reaching her mid-back,
wild in its loose form.
She is a beautiful goddess.

The dark curls bounce,
free from their restraints.
And water droplets slide,
down her smooth back.

Then she brings forth a brush,
pulling it through her mane,
banishing the wildness away,
and taming the immortal.

She starts to braid her hair,
intertwining long strips,
continuing to trap,
the goddess within.

Finished plating her hair,
she binds the braid
into a loose knot.
And the goddess is caged.

Done with her torturous ways,
she looks at her reflection,
only to hate what she sees.
Unaware of the goddess within.