Jun 2020
She used to have knots
like ties they had
intertwined
like vines
no wind could separate.
But today
she cut her hair
along with all
dead promises
of
holding on
like ties they had
intertwined
like vines
no wind could separate.
But today
she cut her hair
along with all
dead promises
of
holding on
Now she blooms in her short freeze-free hair.
She knew she could be better...
She knew she could be better...
