Mar 2015
Standing in a hair salon,
I run my fingers through your hair.
It matches mine.
"You are the cutest" the hairstylist raves.
Cold sweat, I awake.
A memory of mirrors.
Sleep is so much harder now.
I run my fingers through your hair.
It matches mine.
"You are the cutest" the hairstylist raves.
Cold sweat, I awake.
A memory of mirrors.
Sleep is so much harder now.
Written by
Paige Prince Stewart
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