I hacked at my hair
like a vicious animal toying with pray.
Those sleek silver blades snapping
together and apart angrily,
as if applauding their own
eager efforts.

It cascaded to the floor
floating there as if mission lost,
falling never really was the problem.
I continued to hack
as this graveyard gathered around me
until long sleek shimmering hair
was nothing but tufts on my head,
tufts on the floor.

He loved my hair,
as I had loved him,
in my mind
this way, we would both loose.