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I sat brushing my hair,
pulling strands with each stroke,
as light reflecting off golden locks
and the day slipped by my window.
my arm turned violent.

I kept going,
as my nose grew wider, stepping
onto thin lips,
widening the gaps
of my teeth.
skin turned to the hues of winter,
a color that forced me to
shut my eyes as
hair follicles cracked,
seeping into my ears
like the words I heard daily.

My face split in two,
and I could see the words bouncing
against the trampoline of my brain.
And my hair came out in rivers,
sliding down the crevices of my back into
the pockets of my dress.

I carried them wherever
I went, trying to keep a firm grasp on
what wasn't a part of me anymore



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kailasulli said...
Oct. 30, 2013 at 12:06 pm
This poem speaks a lot and I was really drawn in by the sheer beauty of it. I love this and you did a really great job with it! :)
 
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Oct. 30, 2013 at 9:05 pm
Thank yuo sooo much, I appreciate your comment and the one you wrote on my other poem :) Thanks!!!!
 
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