the hair lands, making black rings in the bathroom it looks longer when it's severed more alive on the floor than it ever was on my head somehow more elegant framing the tile than my face
i just looked not meeting my eyes in the mirror
when it was all gone out of sight down the drain, or in the trash i finally looked at myself
nothing softening my face nothing distracting from my harsh features nothing covering up my insecurities nothing to hide my fear