Hair

[Delta40]

I've ran my fingers
from the roots of
my hair
and felt it thin out.
Layers and layers of penance
have shed onto my shoulders curling,
I've got too much on my plate!
Yeah. I got it.
Because who orders
psychosis as a side salad?
There's one knot I just
can't comb through.
Teeth dig in and drag across
my bloody scalp.
So dry,
so brittle,
till the strands finally snap.
No more pony tails,
those festoons of coloured ribbons
echoing child like laughter.
Just a dungy dreadlock
of truth,
tethered to my thoughts.

[Jack of Hearts]

There's something scary about this poem. Whatever the loss of hair is equated with is scary. We aren't allowed to specifically know why the narrator is losing her hair. Generally the poem hints about stress (too much on her plate?). But the actual thoughts are unspoken, and some readers can invent some pretty strange things. Good one D.






J

[Bar22do]

Agree with Jack, a good one. Haunting, too.

There's one knot I just
can't comb through.

is one of the "keys"...

and I love the end.

[MystyrMystyry]

It is a tad freaky, a little strange, a touch other

Cool!

[Delta40]

Lol thanks for the reviews. Maybe I should have titled it Hairy Scare?