05/05/22, 20:37

The glinting silver

slides across my dark hair

as frayed ends fall to the sink.

As i cut my hair,

as i dirty my sink,

my shoulders lower, relaxed,

and the knots in my chest loosen.

I stare at my reflection

that I have met so many times

and she stares back, frowning.

I know not the woman in the mirror

whose hair changes every week,

whose face morphs and becomes twisted.

We are strangers,

me and this woman.

I will never know her.