She plucked my hair
With great heartlessness
In her clumsy fingers
Stretching, scratching my scalp
*
Until I told her so
I pulled my punches
So, she changed accordingly
In a split second
*
It looked horrendously wrong
Pathetic, all sorts of
When her one eye peeked at one way
The other scowled at me
*
It didn’t last long
This deed of destruction done on my hair
However, it left a disgusting feeling
Wounds requiring proper healing
*
And my decision never to come back in again
To this hairdressing salon full of flies
Although I got a loyalty card
I will never use it in my life
*
As I had to wait to pay
Before a regular clientele was served
For this was their breed
I doubt they’ll even notice me leaving
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September 2022
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Moon Desert
UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
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Poetry: Friend
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Comments (1)
Ugh! That's one loyalty card you keep posted where you always see it as a reminder, not just for where not to go, but also how not to be.