A battle lost
At hygiene's cost
A thickened, auburn forest
For strands remain
A wounded stain
For teeth ripped from
their post
A plastic martyr cast so mercilessly into the bin.
Remember grade school photo primping?
The same black comb you've broken
Time and time and time again.
Defeated bristles never tough enough to win.
Senior Year Poetry Excerpt (WN #10)
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