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Depersonalization
by Laura DoomMy hair is messy, moody
retro-henna hung then quick to silver,
low-brow highlites, fringe fatale.
Yesterday she swished and swirled
in shoulder-flushing push and hustle
teasing smiles from knotted brow.
Tomorrow I will strew that stifled fluff
across the cold stark strand, to stem
a tide of taunts, to waive farewell.
Today she limps, a listless slut who lusts
for fractured hairline's double shuffle.
Must I shave to claim this muffled scalp?
03/18/2014 Posted on 03/18/2014
Copyright © 2024 Laura Doom
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/18/14 at 06:58 PM Excellent slice of introspection centered around that part of the body that personalizes all of us. As with most of your work, a strong piece to be read aloud at a poetry event. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/18/14 at 07:54 PM Speak! Let it all down! I especially like that "fringe fatale" and the 3rd stanza. |
| Posted by Jim Benz on 03/19/14 at 02:58 AM I like what you've done with your pronouns |
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