Posted: August 8, 2013 in Poetry

Dead material hanging around my face.
Un-ironed and lank,

Can get caught in the corner of my mouth,
dry hair,
how many years has it seen?

Wet and dry and wet again.
Lacklustre and unforgiving.

Dead hair,
left behind in a grave,

Cut-off hair,
beaten and silenced.
Velvet massacre.

Dead hair
held and kept,
twisted and knotted.

Cut Hair
to renew and refresh.
New love, short and sweet.

Life of hair, outlived.
Tired hair,
with forgotten colour.

Lay me down, hair
not me on the floor to sleep,
Sacrifice yourself.

For this life to keep.


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