Strands of hair slither out like butter
as the comb went through tentatively
in the rough patch
The woman’s crown
weathered by years
Her fingers
grasp at the fragile threads
dyed over and over again
Treatments promised to revive.
late-night scrolls
deep masks
brushed over
the woman’s petals
fade
Autumn’s trophy
lost identity
through the
emptiness
in the morning
staring in the golden mirror
The pillow looks
back guiltily
delicate strands uplift
her smile
the light within
shines outwardly
like the moon
just before dawn
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 7:57 AM UTC
The pinkish glow stretched across the sky,
painting the result from last night
streaking yellow, orange, hints of red
creeping in at six
in late April
in the light blue sky,
I saw from the open window.
A breeze blew the worries
of what if?
springing up flowers,
Shying away
My eyes slowly opened,
forced to confront
The ice was built from the shift-
last night standing
for hours straight
Whispers filled in behind.
“This is not for you”
Despite the soft bundles
of new life
where life had started
Mine had ended
at the workstation
tears coined together,
spun around in my eyes
out of my body,
I walked away
let them fall outside
looked up at the sky
lasted a year
The tears dried
crushed my dreams
through the cracks in the mirror
I confronted me
And opened a new chapter.
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 11:27 AM UTC