Hair
Cut
Tonight

Just my
Scissors
And me

Watching
Strands

Fall
Hit
Cry
Kick
Feel
*****
Around

The
Ground

Artificial
Swept up
With
A soft brush

Hush... Hush..

A blaze behind the eyes,
Fire on the tongue.
The weight where spine meets skull,
That Atlas’ burden stone.

That sickly hollow of the stomach,
Begging phrases be thrown like fists
And punches like poetry.

dark
and
dim souls
trapped
in
hell
with
the
people
who
want
ice water