Hair

She sat with the cape wrapped around her shoulders,

a prisoner beneath the billowing folds.

He held her head with the tips of his fingers,

while he brandished sharp scissors near her delicate flesh.

Eyes closed, she could not bear to look~

snip, snip, snip,

she felt slippery locks slide to the floor

a sea of red against the bright white tile.

The weight of the world was released with each slithering rope,

like Rapunzel, she let go of the escape ladder.

Now she opened her eyes and gazed upon her

beauty revealed

in the simple shape of  shining hair upon her head.

© annettealaine-2013

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