the wrong sign of the zodiac
A normal day with a hat in my hand.
She's cutting my hair
and I watch her painstakingly
while my auburn stands
crashes silently to the ground and breaks
into a thousand fragments of not yet lived life.
Who knew silence could ring so loud
stick so deep
reveal
so much.
On the tendril covered floor
lies what could have been,
would have been,
if it weren't for the scissors,
the hat
and the primal need to cut it all off.
She's cutting my hair
and I watch her painstakingly
while my auburn stands
crashes silently to the ground and breaks
into a thousand fragments of not yet lived life.
Who knew silence could ring so loud
stick so deep
reveal
so much.
On the tendril covered floor
lies what could have been,
would have been,
if it weren't for the scissors,
the hat
and the primal need to cut it all off.