Rotschopf | poetry

I had taken you out of my hair

paid with all my pocket money

given to me under protest

she dyed you out of my hair

but your colours rushed back to me

fought a war on my head

a war that moved everywhere

I’d cling to the dead

until their residue would make me sick

until my body cried you are still alive

My own drawing © Laura Gentile 2022 | Instagram: croque_melpomene

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