No memory of that night
Dark dawn saw
A platinum curl
Knotted into a braid
Furiously worked at untangling
Wanted to smooth it out
Banish you from my once-delight
Held scissors to it
But couldn’t cut
Perhaps a reminder was needed
No more, I repeated,
A mistake with you
Walking among the trees
Leaves caught in my hair
Mirror reflecting my dread
Something pink peeking through
The snarl on my head
Mulberry kiss…
© 2023 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Mulberry captured by my hair
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