it was a brand new look for her
like the coolness that placed itself by her side each night, since
something that she must now get used to–
it like her soul-less lover was not coming back.
6 years it took her to grow 276, 13 inch locks
and let them collapse into a bottomless pool of brown failure
and royal blue tears–
placid waters
that she never asked for.
She didn’t want to ever look the same
she tried
but couldn’t help the way that she felt
she could, however, pretend that the black hole in her once-was world
was whole once more
and she could now move
(robotically) with the world that refused to stop
even when she begged to stop spinning
with 29 carnation pink pills–
all the spinning made her dizzy.
A shiny, new, brown girl
she picked up each lock
moving it to a free place
with no memories
it was a brand new look for her
like the coolness that placed itself by her side each night, since
something that she must now get used to–
it like her soul-less lover was not coming back.
