I did it to myself
Followed the directions to a T.
Stepped into the shower and washed out all the goop.
Dripping, I entered a steamy world of white.
The mirror showed me nothing. Not yet. Too soon.
Rub, rub… oh the toes were a-tapping. Time to peek? Just a little one?
Grab the hair dryer… Point at the mirror… flip the switch and let it roar.
Oh… soon! Soon the New Me!
Perfect circle forms on glass too revealing, too sharp.
I stand transfixed.
This cannot be…there must be some mistake!
My hair is strawberry-yellowy? Incandecent orange? WHAT THE HELL IS IT?
I grab clippers and feel the vibration in my hand as I ponder.
Bad bangs were the least of my problems.
I must stop doing this to myself.
And I will…
Right after I fix this.
Thanks to OSI for the awesome prompt, Incandescent.
14 thoughts on “Bad Bangs”
you asked me to let you know if I put angel prints in my shop, I did.
You can find them: http://www.etsy.com/shop/beautyflows?ref=hdr
and you mentioned your thoughts yesterday…. that is when I wrote that poem and finished this piece of art!
Tammie, I bought it!
Thank you for letting me know… I just love that print and now it’s mine mine mine…..
Sniff… you know how to get to a girl! Thank you, hon. The feeling’s very mutual!
does this mean you shaved your head??
No, but almost. I ended up cutting my bangs short. Too short. As in, 1/4 inch from my scalp short (accidentally – underneath some slightly longer pieces. as if that would make it all ok!). Now I’ve got to suck it up and deal with it. I told my boss, maybe this makes me look Parisisan, y’know? She nodded – “Yeah. Go with that!” 😆
oh my gosh, that must be a nightmare to experience. fun piece.
Loved the build-up- and the mental picture it invoked- can ONLY imoagine! Great job!
What a mess! This is written with humor and style. I like the creative spin for incandescent.
Loved the flow…
Well thought, composed and delivered.I liked the build up of emotions.
I can only hope it doesn’t happen more, but I’m open…
Resist ye not evil… Or so it’s said
And laugh. 🙂
This happens.. and will happen more..
I have felt pulled apart by the desire for change.