Strands of hair slither out like butter
as the comb went through tentatively
in the rough patch
The woman’s crown
weathered by years
Her fingers
grasp at the fragile threads
dyed over and over again
Treatments promised to revive.
late-night scrolls
deep masks
brushed over
the woman’s petals
fade
Autumn’s trophy
lost identity
through the
emptiness
in the morning
staring in the golden mirror
The pillow looks
back guiltily
delicate strands uplift
her smile
the light within
shines outwardly
like the moon
just before dawn
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 7:57 AM UTC
Strands of hair slither out like butter
as the comb went through tentatively
in the rough patch
The woman’s crown
weathered by years
Her fingers
grasp at the fragile threads
dyed over and over again
Treatments promised to revive.
late-night scrolls
deep masks
brushed over
the woman’s petals
fade
Autumn’s trophy
lost identity
through the
emptiness
in the morning
staring in the golden mirror
The pillow looks
back guiltily
delicate strands uplift
her smile
the light within
shines outwardly
like the moon
just before dawn