For each strand of hair

I pull from my head

I feel a touch of joy

that begins to spread

so I pluck another strand

as my mother reprimands


she thinks this obsession

has gotten out of hand

but I can’t let it go

no matter how hard I try

and now that I’m bald

I weep and I whine

for I need another head

to pluck and untwine

I can’t use my mother’s

she’s already dead

I guess I’ll go searching

for some pretty girl’s head





13 thoughts on “Obsession

      1. Lol I don’t care two hoots about my hair, having lost it to chemo lol. Now, there really IS a horror story – ME with a BALD HEAD! Ha!

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