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Swept the last strands of

Fresh cut hair

Locked the door

And went down the stairs

 

Slight vibration 

On my left rib

Pulled the phone out

From underneath my barber's bib

 

Heard your tone

The regret and shame

Said you would leave me

For what's-his-name

 

Pounded the end button

Went straight home

Settled in my bed

And put down my phone

 

Two hours later

Puffy eyes and stuffy nose

Looked in the mirror

Grabbed my skin hose

 

Five hours later 

Sore arms and wet napkins

Moist from not just

My lacrymose chin

 

My salty reflection

Stares back at me

Shame and guilt

Guilt and glee